Daily Archives: March 20, 2017

Snoop Dogg’s controversial new music video gets attention of President Trump


You really need to just click on over and watch the video, then read the accompanying article, then watch the video again.  It is just so right on.  I have nothing more to say.

Review — Birth of a New Brain: Healing from #Postpartum Depression by Dyane Harwood

Originally posted on wendykwilliamson:
Order on Pre-Sale at Amazon   Click Here REVIEW: BIRTH OF A NEW BRAIN: HEALING FROM POSTPARTUM BIPOLAR DISORDER “Dyane’s new book Birth of a New Brain: Healing from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder is a phenomenal gift to the mental illness community, especially for postpartum sufferers. Harwood’s clever weave of gut-wrenching honesty entwined with intricate story-telling is…

No One Came

About a two years ago I had my ECT treatment. The story leading up to that is simple: I was doing poorly, attempted suicide on my 30th birthday. Went to my shrink the next day and he sent me to the ECT guru of the Beaumont system the following Monday. That afternoon I checked into […]

A Friend in the Winds

Is it possible to have a friend in the wind?
Not that the breeze carries me to him
Not that a north easterly brings me closer
Rather as the days fold into nights
Stars brilliantly sashay around the moon
Til sunrise comes a callin
A new day breeds a claim
To a simple whisper in the pines
Or an all out cry to you
Many things waiver in the wind
Many things set sail
Yet I still try to hold you close
I look for some sense of old permanence
Our laughter
Sharing of our despair
Sitting on broken down couches
At the same time mending a different fence
Shadow lights from up above
Unknowingly causing distance
Tangible notes on the phonograph
Repeating notes and words we both know
Comfort creatures feeling restless
Sadly unable to bury the load
Memories traipse across the threshold
Invite themselves in
Come bearing witness of the truth
Trampled roses
Unlucky as a daisy can be
This saturated old cold house
Rotten maybe to its core
Once provided me refuge
I truly never knew before
But in my earnest
Listening for a new miracle
I heard just a faint whisper in distant voice
Enchantingly lying on the wind
As it brushes past my forever red hair
Chills my ocean blue eyes
I instinctually sit up as I used too
To embrace your proper despair
Friends we sat in anticipation
Ready to share the pain
Its in the still nights
I wonder where you are
Wonder if my burden
Carried you too far
And you felt your own delicacy
When the precious wind comes my way
I want to believe you are with me
In your own way

First Day of Spring

So today looks like it will be a slow day.  I slept in until 10 and am just now getting started on what all I have to do.  I love that the sun is back out and that the temperature is warm again for the first day of spring.  I love that I feel so right and not in any danger of relapsing. Yes, I slept in. But that’s okay if I need to.

Start right back in with classes.  I’ve read the workshop pieces  but not the anthology essays yet.  I’ll get to them after lunch.  One is by Amy Tan, who is not my favorite author.  I don’t know anything about the other author. SO we will see.

All I have scheduled today is laundry and schoolwork. Tomorrow I go see my therapist.  Not sure what were going to talk about.  I’m doing so well.  Probably about ways to cope with the upcoming trip to Atlanta.  That’s in a couple of weeks, and I am not really looking forward to it.  I’m trying to.  But it’s not working.

Hopefully everyone can get back into the swing of things after being out this last week.  We will see how we do here. Hope everyone has a great week back.


Want To Be Happy? Time To Let Go …

Originally posted on My Brain Has Hiccups:
10 Things To Let Go Of If You Want A Happy Life Here’s a little Psychologies wisdom to help you ditch the ideas…