something about nighttime/fuck oswald

The stillness.  The sounds of cars rushing by on the road, the street lights flood in through my windows.  Blowpop curls up in my lap, purring and meowing when I stop rubbing for merely a second.  I wear nothing more than an oversized shirt and underwear that should've been disposed of a long time ago. … Continue reading something about nighttime/fuck oswald

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flight of ideas

Spin, spin, spin. These last few days all my head does is spin, spin, spin. At work, I struggled to keep a conversation going because I couldn't focus on anything.  A flight of ideas, the doctors tell me - a side effect of raging dopamine in my prefrontal cortex (that's what causes psychosis and mania - … Continue reading flight of ideas

like a toddler hitting a light switch

Stability. "Do you consider yourself to be emotionally and mentally stable?"  The student OB asked, her little notebook in hand, preparing to write down incriminating evidence of psychological warfare in the mind of this pregnant mentally ill patient. "Well, sometimes I still struggle, but with the help of frequent therapy and medications, I consider myself … Continue reading like a toddler hitting a light switch