Poison In The Air

Some people are naturally selfish. Drawing on your energy and your empathy until there is nothing left. They’ll pretend to care but in reality you are methadone when they want heroin. Don’t be fooled by this facade. It’s dirty, leads to troubled roads and is never what it appears to be. They only care for their own needs, simply feigning to do so in the guise of sympathy in order to gain access to your empathy so that they may drain you dry. They’ll never care. They’ll never be the fantasy you build in your head. You will never even … Continue reading Poison In The Air

Chasing My High

I chased the high like the moon chases the sunrise Falling rocks Cascading down the cliff Like a stone waterfall My feet feel the earth crumbling beneath me My instincts pull me away from the edge My heart beats too quickly I hear the blood pumping in my veins The adrenaline fills my soul and I am bombarded with a high The warmth of the cinnamon comforts my throat As the heat and spice tease my tongue My thoughts flow freely The headiness from my drinks pass too quickly I fall asleep dreaming of broken glass and green eyes My … Continue reading Chasing My High

Shatter Me Not

Bitter cold on my skin I long to lie beneath again Kept warm by the sweetest sin This imbalance in my mind Reaches down into my soul I feel the reigns letting go Tie me down Press me against the wall Are you holding me up Or am I starting to fall Bitter memories You never knew The way you touched me You can’t undo Sweet addiction beckoning me closer I feel the taste I feel the high I know I’ll fall to pieces after all the lies This shattered mirror Reflecting back at me I’m standing still No longer … Continue reading Shatter Me Not

Social Anxiety Meets Graduation 

August 3rd was a day I marked on my calendar very early this year. It was my graduation day. The sleepless nights, anxiety, mania and exhaustion were battle scars and my diploma was my victory. As I watched my fellow classmates enroll in campus classes, I remained in my online classes, content to be in the safety of my little house. I only had to drive to campus for supervised exams and then I got to go home again. As summer passed, August loomed closer and my excitement mounted. I bought my cap and gown. There were announcements with my … Continue reading Social Anxiety Meets Graduation 

Let’s Get Physical… 

Mental illness hurts.  No, I’m serious, it hurts.  After many years of suffering mental symptoms, I sought refuge in a great psychiatrist and primary care physician and we have worked closely to create a treatment plan to assist me in living my best life. At first, it was great. However, after the initial relief of treatment began to wane, I began to notice little things that seemed unrelated to my mental illnesses. My heart would race and palpitate. I was suffering from terrible night sweats and insomnia. I could not even concentrate on the most simple task and the icing … Continue reading Let’s Get Physical… 

Messages From Heaven 

This post was originally published on Reader’s Digest. Originally Titled “A Solitary Buck.”  I pray each year he is happy and proud of his littlest girl who never got to know her daddy.  On a warm day in January, I went to visit my father at the cemetery for his 72nd birthday. I sat on the clay mixed with grass next to his grave, lay a rose, and told him about me. I pray each year he is happy and proud of his littlest girl who never got to know her daddy. Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my … Continue reading Messages From Heaven 

Current Situation 

Endocrinologist.  Primary care physicians. Psychiatrist.  Endocrinologist again.  CT scans. MRIs. Blood tests and stool samples <– because that one was fun to say. All to find out why I’m in constant pain. Why my joints ache. Why my muscles are weak. Why my heart races. Why I’m so fatigued I can’t get out of bed.  I take their medications, I just through their hoops and for what? No answers. I feel like I’ve taken dozens of tests (which in retrospect I have) and I don’t know if I’m passing or failing.  Today was shit. Like, I have the whole gratitude … Continue reading Current Situation 

To Anyone Who’s Gay, Mentally Ill and Coping With the Pulse Shooting Anniversary

“Never let anyone make you feel invisible, ignored or undeserving…” Below is a list of the names of the 49 victims of the Pulse Shooting so we never forget: Stanley Almodovar III, 23 years old Amanda L. Alvear, 25 years old Oscar A. Aracena Montero, 26 years old Rodolfo Ayala Ayala, 33 years old Antonio Davon Brown, 29 years old Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 years old Angel Candelario-Padro, 28 years old Juan Chavez Martinez, 25 years old Luis Daniel Conde, 39 years old Cory James Connell, 21 years old Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25 years old Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 … Continue reading To Anyone Who’s Gay, Mentally Ill and Coping With the Pulse Shooting Anniversary

Waiting 

Waiting on something to happen; I don’t know what it is. Ever get that feeling in the pit of your stomach that everything you’ve ever known is about to be turned on its head? I couldn’t keep it in my mind any longer. I have to express this mysterious intuition to someone, anyone and in this day and age, the entire internet seems as good a forum as any.  Continue reading Waiting 

Life of the Experience

the life of the experience subdued in its passionate shadow of its yesterday raging, searing tears cascading as the experience is rushed for irrelevant frivolties of the mortal realm it’s already going by at the pace of my never ceasing pulse yet, we are slowed and unable to savor our moment in the daystar because no one understands we aren’t meant to sit we’re supposed to glide and float and love and fly or our own experience will be like sand through our fingertips passing us by Continue reading Life of the Experience