In honor of Black History Month I wanted to share two poems. These poems are also very appropriate and important…
A Skipping Stone–a free verse poem and some thoughts
It’s not turning out the way I hoped it would. Maybe it’s time for a reality check. The realities, the…
The Fabric of Me
The fabric of me is nothing you can see with the naked eye. The fabric of me was woven before…
Surviving or Living
Surviving means denying death. It means focusing on staying away from hunger, thirst, mortal wounds, and other such life-threatening things. Also,…
When You Wish Upon a Star..
My memoir is complete. Finally. All done. After about ten years of thinking about it, two years working on it…
It’s All in Your Head…
When people say your mental illness (of any kind) is all in your head, say, “Yes it is. My illness…
Stigma: The Thorn in My Side
Since I was a young child there was a thorn in my side–a thorn in my flesh that penetrated deep…
My New Year’s Resolution is One Word
Hello everyone. I’ve missed you all. Since I began my blog two years ago, I have never written so few…
My Happily Ever After
Since I am still working non-stop on my memoir (almost done… really) I thought I would repost this poem I…
The Mona Lisa of Mental Illness
Mental illness and stigma do not run parallel to anything. They cross and intersect every aspect of the many lives…
