Memories

  This month is the five year anniversary of T's death.  He attempted this week, five years ago.  He died five years ago at the end of the month.  Sometimes I can't believe it's been five years already.  Sometimes I can't believe it's been only five years. I spent most of this weekend deeply depressed. …

Weary

Sir is going to meet with K on Friday night.  He's going to get beaten.  It's a thing they do, and... I've made peace with it in the past, but this time it's upsetting me.  Sir and I have talked this through and he wants me to write about it now. I talked to Sub …

Bad News

I got some bad news yesterday.  And some bad possibility that won't be answered for a few more days.  And... I just... I just can't. I didn't post last night. I should do a back post tonight to make up for it. But I can't. I can't write now. I feel like I'm living under …

Manic – Part 2 – SFD

For someone's birthday... since she wants to know... and because I keep fading to black... Sigh.  Happy birthday! This is the second half of Manic. *** The fog of dreams gives way to a replay of last night across the back of my eyelids.  I groan and throw my arm across my eyes.  It does …

Bruised

I survived the night, as did our relationship.  I probably should be old enough to know that it will, and not indulge myself in emotion and drama.  But somehow, sometimes, things just... sometimes perspective fails and it's just... universally terrible. I'm tired.  Still.  I feel beaten.  Like I was in an emotional car wreck, and …

Herx

I'm having a herx.  Doesn't that sound intriguing?  A herx is basically a backlash reaction from toxin-binding treatment.  I have to take a drug to bind toxins from the genetic disease  that I have.  The toxins have been storing in my fat cells for decades and binding to my insulin receptors (thus I can't actually …

Fear

I had a few better days.  Today was... shaky, and tonight it's falling apart.  I had therapy today and it was a particularly tough therapy day.  We talked about writing, and talked about what Sir and I talked about the other night and...  what I wrote, and my feelings, and what's happening with my depression …

Shitty First Drafts #2

Her ears are filled with the soft hum of the old computer tower, the susurration of traffic in the distance, and the rustle of the curtains as cold air whispers from the vent.  And then with his voice, soft, gentle, but with an iron core of command. "Why?  Tell me why." "Because..." "Write it." She …

Shit Day…

That's today.  A shit day.  I'm done.  I was literally ready to quit my job by 8:00 in the morning.  Thank God for my supervisor who must have sensed it in the force and stepped in to save my morning...  Went to lunch feeling pretty good, then the afternoon went to all kinds of hell. …

Living and Dying

It's been, I just realized, 4 months plus since I last posted.  I don't even want to talk about it because it feels pointless to say anything else about it. In August I got a diagnosis for what has been going on with me for years.  There were all these, "This is hopeful!  Now we …