It’s Not What You Think

2017-05-212017-05-21 Miss Poison The Rare Reblog Chris Cornell, Depression, Honesty, Mental Health, Soundgarden, Suicide, The Rare Reblog

I woke up to this news utterly devastated. I am still in shock. This is so incredibly well-written and honest. I talk about depression openly and honestly, and I hope people continue to #EndTheStigma by sharing their stories because we've lost too many amazing people to suicide as a result of depression.

Life Is Full Of Everything

2017-05-17 Miss Poison Writing Anguish, Daughter, Fibromyalgia Pain, Grief, Health, Honesty, Loss, Memories, Migraines, My Mother, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

Nine years ago today, I lost my mother. I can't always say it out loud, I can't always talk about it, but I honestly have no clue how I've survived this long without her. Not because I need someone else in order to survive, that isn't it, but because life is full of people that … Continue reading Life Is Full Of Everything

The Aftermath

2017-05-152017-05-15 Miss Poison Writing Abandonment, Agony, Being Real, Blackouts, Depression, Fibromyalgia Pain, Honesty, Isolation, Migraines, Misery, Needing Help, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suicide, Triggers, Writing

*Potential trigger warning* I survived, and I'm always sorry when I do. Always. Last week, a member of my family overdosed on prescription medication. It wasn't painkillers or anything like that. In fact, I have yet to look the drug up, but I do know what it isn't. It's not lethal if you're taking it … Continue reading The Aftermath

The Countdown

2017-05-12 Miss Poison Adult Orphans, Writing Adult Orphans, Being Real, Fibromyalgia Pain, Honesty, May, Migraines, Mother's Day, Motherless Daughters, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Writing

Every year, usually around mid-April, is the countdown reminder from every company I've ever done business with, or might do business with in the future, that Mother's Day is fast approaching. Last year, it angered me to the point where I unsubscribed from about 20-30 different mailing lists. I just couldn't take it any more. … Continue reading The Countdown

The Month Of Triggers

2017-05-01 Miss Poison Writing Depression, Emotional Pain, Grief, Honesty, Loss, May, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sadness, Triggers, Writing

Fourteen years ago today, a female relative of mine (an Aunt by marriage) was murdered by her live-in boyfriend. I just read her autopsy and toxicology report for the first time; her death having been ruled an "accident". I read it in utter disbelief. The damage incurred was no accident. I look at it as … Continue reading The Month Of Triggers

The Never-Ending Excitement

2017-04-29 Miss Poison Writing Honesty, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writers, Writing

I swear, I'm radiating unhappiness. Thursdays' appointment made me feel like a fucking fraud. Despite the fact that I KNOW I suffer greatly, you cannot see anything I suffer from. It's like being slapped in the face a bit. People can't help but stare at you, because they're questioning your validity of illness without knowing … Continue reading The Never-Ending Excitement

Scheduling Conflicts

2017-04-262017-04-26 Miss Poison Writing Appointments, Bad Days, Doctors, Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing

When you suffer from any form of chronic illness, you can choose, or not choose, to see your life as a bunch of doctor's appointments. I try not to, but lately... Without insurance, I didn't have to think about it. I only went when I had no other choice, and there are doctors I'm still … Continue reading Scheduling Conflicts

A Broken, Pretty Mess

2017-04-23 Miss Poison Writing Doctors, Emotional Pain, Emotional Support, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Struggling, Unhappiness, Writing

When I came home Wednesday afternoon, after being at the doctor's office for HOURS (You know your doctor is good when EVERYONE wants to see her.), I didn't realize how awful I felt. I remember coming inside, hanging up my coat, taking in the mail, feeding Cat and Kitten a little earlier than usual, changing … Continue reading A Broken, Pretty Mess

You Never Plan For This

2017-04-13 Miss Poison Writing Being Sick, Honesty, Musings, My Brother, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sadness, Stress, Writing

There's nothing more unpretty than me when I'm sick. I don't just mean looks-wise, I mean in the miserable troll sense. I'm a terrifying, sleeping dragon on a good day, but when I'm sick I'm the three-headed dog from Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone. I take a lot of precautions to avoid getting sick. … Continue reading You Never Plan For This