I’ve been working on a personal and extremely important mental health piece for nearly two months. As I was writing the end and editing the deeply personal parts, I felt stuck. I’m rarely ever stuck as a writer. I think the problem is, I’m trying to edit out the harshness and the absolute truth to … Continue reading How The Hell Do You Edit The Truth?
Honesty
Zionist: Night Three
If this is something you believe, allow me to educate you on the facts. And to correct all the incredibly misguided souls out there; Jews do not follow Jesus and we do not celebrate Christmas. If you know someone who does, they are either in an interfaith marriage or they're not practicing either faith very … Continue reading Zionist: Night Three
What We Don’t Need
I'm going through a rough time right now. I'm only discussing it fully with a few people, but it's difficult as hell and I live in constant fear that someone else's mistakes, which I have been informed are likely good in nature, yet illegal, will destroy what little of a life I have. Every single … Continue reading What We Don’t Need
World Suicide Prevention Day
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. As someone who has experienced loss over this, and been there for those who've been gutted by loss, I feel it's important to speak up. I'm personally having a rough time. This year has been especially difficult. I've kept my mouth shut, though. How many times can you be … Continue reading World Suicide Prevention Day
I Remember
I Remember This day is emblazoned within my mind. I would learn so much within a forty-eight hour span of time, and I would be permanently changed. But no one tells you that when you’re a child. No. They try to keep you “innocent”. Except in my family. My mother decided I was not going … Continue reading I Remember
A Decade
If I added up the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years I have spent missing my mother, I am pretty sure it would be an astronomical number. All those moments have brought me to this day; the tenth anniversary. A decade without my mother. It makes me sick to my stomach, putting the words … Continue reading A Decade
I’m Still Processing
Hey, everyone. 🙂 It's been a rough time for me. Unfortunately my "rough time" is on a never-ending loop. No one is more tired of it than I am. During all of this chaos and pain, I haven't had "Writers Block", but I have certainly had "Writer needs a break." and "Writer needs a fucking … Continue reading I’m Still Processing
The Well-Placed Word
Not that long ago, what I can only presume is an "older gentleman", and by "older", I mean over fifty, but probably closer to seventy, sent me a private message on Facebook to complain about my use of a word. I remember reading the message and thinking "Are you for real?" Initially I ignored it, … Continue reading The Well-Placed Word
Peaks, Valleys, and Being Named
It's disconcerting to be sitting here several years into this platform, and feel less sure of its direction than I did when I started out. 'Poison In Lethal Doses' was my decision to walk away from something that no longer suited me personally or served a greater purpose, and allowed me to return to my … Continue reading Peaks, Valleys, and Being Named
