Breathing in Tight Spaces

I was a total mess yesterday. Total meltdown mode, and I couldn’t cope with anything at all. I sobbed for hours, and there was snot and sticky stuff in my mouth. Total mess. I was in a bizarre sort of dissociated haze. Time passed in large increments during which I kept crying and not cryingContinue reading “Breathing in Tight Spaces”

Escape! Freedom!

Writing my memoirs here… I’m around eight, nine, ten years old here. I was troubled and unhappy. I woke up once in the middle of the night surrounded by bright orange flames. I knew I was going to burn alive. It would be unbearably painful, and if I were unlucky, I’d live… only to spendContinue reading “Escape! Freedom!”

Playing with fire.

Dear Amy: I was close friends with a woman, “B,” for 10 years. Around six months ago, our friendship began to unravel because of her sudden racism, spreading rumors about me, her husband being incredibly grossly sexual toward me, her narcotic addictions, and the amount of time I spent watching her children while she andContinue reading “Playing with fire.”

The continuing saga.

It was actually worse than that. I was playing piano for my mom when my dad and his friend Dani showed up. Dani is a server at the local tavern, and she and my dad hang out all the time. My dad likes her but she has a boyfriend, so they’re just friends. Circumstances beingContinue reading “The continuing saga.”

Like a mother.

I’m exhausted. The iffing (intermittent fasting) went well. I made it until 6:45 PM, which is 22.25 hours overall (I think). But that aside, I unwisely chose to spend the day with my mother. The problem is that, having not seen her since much earlier this year, I “forgot” how odious she can be. AndContinue reading “Like a mother.”

Quick! Don’t think about food.

So, my iffing (intermittent fasting) hasn’t gone well. Over the past few days, I’ve been stressed, and I’ve broken the fast in the evening to eat one item of junk food. Yesterday, it was a few bites of cookies. The day before, it was some sort of individually wrapped cake that someone gave my dad.Continue reading “Quick! Don’t think about food.”

Please excuse me. I’m sexually acting out.

Dear Amy: Recently, I noticed that the 13-year-old daughter of some close friends has been posting sexually provocative photos of herself on Instagram. This is a public account, and strange men make sexual comments on her posts. She responds with lewd remarks that couldn’t be printed in a family newspaper. I find it alarming, andContinue reading “Please excuse me. I’m sexually acting out.”

Doing my dead-cat routine!

I haven’t blogged lately about my iffing (intermittent fasting) efforts. I figured I’d catch you all up on it.  I’d assumed that a later-in-the-day window for eating would work well for me, like from 4:00 PM until bedtime, for example. However, I was wrong. For whatever weird reason, I feel compelled to eat as soonContinue reading “Doing my dead-cat routine!”

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