Last night, PTSD won. I spent most of the night curled up in my closet, like a child afraid of the Boogeyman, trying my best to be as small as possible, like nothing at all, because the amount of open space my room offered was too much. Around 11 p.m., I lay on the floor... Continue Reading →
What No One Tells You after a Suicide Attempt (Part 2)
*If you're interested in reading Part 1, click here* When you're filling out paperwork, after being hospitalized, and the personnel asks you if wanted to die, if you really meant to jump, do not tell her the truth; they'll only use it against you to keep you locked up longer. When you tell the unfeeling... Continue Reading →
Panic Attack Hangover: The Aftermath
When most people think of panic attacks, a certain image comes to mind. Maybe it's one of someone sitting on the floor in a far corner, or on a chair bent over, hands over their ears, or on their head, hyperventilating and struggling to breathe normally. For some, that's the case. But nobody ever talks about... Continue Reading →
Need Feedback
I am bored and need feedback on writing. Here are the first two pages of what I wrote tonight. Have fun and let me know your thoughts good, bad, or otherwise. ~Day 1~ On the day everything went to hell, Catherine Dawson sat across from me, with her chestnut hair pulled back into a loose... Continue Reading →
Being in a State of Unicorn
Yesterday, J. suggested, in the middle of a conversation, that I write down every emotion I was afraid to face and name while going through this process, this balancing act, of belief. The first thing I wrote down was "confused". That one came too easily, followed by more expected feelings like "emptiness" and "loneliness." The... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 