• Paint yourself tenderly…

    One of the things I’ve refused to do since I started this healing process, is to look at what I could have done differently. If I spend my time worrying about what I could have done differently to prevent myself from being raped, I would drive myself absolutely crazy. There are probably a lot of…

  • If I were a happy person…

    I have been thinking about what it would take for me to be truly happy. I think I want my person, you know that other human that some people have, who live with them and love them in such a way that their lives are enriched by the presence of another human being? Enriched, not…

  • Not all men

    Years ago I met a man named Aaron, who had a little brother named Chris, who had a best friend named Nick. It took myself and my friend Barrie several months to figure out that the only one of the three who was real, was Nick, and Barrie has never forgiven him. I don’t think…

  • In this place of healing…

    Writing about my mental health has given me the ability to really think about how I feel about the situations that I am living with in ways I never thought I would before. When I was working, I didn’t stop to think about why I was feeling the way I was feeling, I just understood…

  • I was seven years old…

    When I came up with Krisya Ohana. I didn’t know what the word meant, or would come to mean to me as time went on, but it was the first thing I ever created, without the help of anyone else. On the day that this word came to me, the skies parted, the Gods started…

  • One weight at a time…

    If you wanna be somebody, if you wanna go somewhere, you better wake up and pay attention. I am genuinely tired, like all of the fucking time. My body, mind and spirit are exhausted, and if you are dealing with mental health issues you are very much like me, and it can be incredibly frustrating…

  • Your addiction is not an excuse, Your amends don’t mean anything to me.

    When I was in recovery, I saw so many people take so many dirty cakes, that it occurred to me I was never going to get clean and sober, as long as I was surrounded by people who refused to be honest and open to their own bullshit. It hit me like a ton of…

  • Fuck we’re snowed in…

    So as you may know, my mother lives her life in an automated wheelchair, because she has arthritis in her spine. This is normally not a big deal and it’s not something I discuss often, I bring it up only now because my mom has been house bound since Monday, although she was able to…

  • In this place of healing…

    I am in this place of pure undiluted contentment, which is funny because I am totally broke and I have nothing particularly amazing going on in my life. I am a broke ass writer, who should be freaking out that life isn’t going my way, except that life is going my way and I am…

  • Five minutes a day…

    So today I had to see my Psychiatrist, and my mother at the same time. I’ll let that sink in. My Psychiatrist who thinks that my memories are made up, and My Mother. That’s right. I survived, barely but I admit I also opened up today in ways I haven’t in the past with both…

  • Timing is everything…and right now the time tells me I’m too sad to write fiction

    I am continuously struck by fortuitous timing, and the fact that I wrote a fictional post, and yet I can’t seem to come up with a single word that will point me in the direction of chapter two. The fictional post is supposed to be the first chapter of my new novel, Angel’s Fall, and…

  • Does Anyone Fucking Care?

    For the first time ever, I approached someone I admire and asked permission to talk about this particular Hash tag that took over twitter this past week. Someone I admire very much named @ProfaneFeminist on Twitter started this hash tag when her cousin was murdered by a male partner. Murdered because she wanted out. Within…