wicks and whispers

We laid down our answers With a restlessness in our limbs And a numbness in our hearts Surreal encounters half-forgotten Running our fingers over pretty scars Memories of Love etched in the skin Of our souls   We laid down our answers The answers we had demanded in the past Meticulously crafted and quickly bought--… Continue reading wicks and whispers

i have adhd

Hi, my name is Alissa and I have ADHD. Before I get too far in, I want to clarify who this post is for and who it is not for. This post is for anyone out there who might be able to relate, who might be on or about to start the journey to understanding… Continue reading i have adhd

confession

Shout, shout at the Moon Shout all you want to She won't grace you with a whisper She doesn't wander, she isn't like you Though there are nights I look up at the sky And I witness a sort of reply In her ancient, glassy eyes They suggest a bigger, brighter, warmer light Well, that… Continue reading confession

sad

I'm not sure I'm feeling a little sadness or am experiencing the first signs of a depressive wonky period of life (mostly my wonky brain is anxious or disorganized). I've had two major depression episodes in my life, one in high school and one in college, each starting about 4 years apart. I'm a year… Continue reading sad

relationships & wonky brains

[You know I didn't proofread this. I know it's a reflection on me and that sucks but proofreading is boring and I'm not a professional blogger and you more or less can still get the point even with a typo or ten. When I read this again in thee days I'll be horrified at all… Continue reading relationships & wonky brains

would you

I've never known A faith without holes At least ones I can't account for Honestly or easily I used to be scared to admit it Afraid it'd mean I'd have to quit it But the truth is I've also never known I've never known A love that could compete with yours Never felt a freedom… Continue reading would you

joy and grief and also some rambling about adoption in the middle

I don't really feel like writing, but I decided to make myself because I think it's what I need. Today is the first day in a while I didn't wait until the last possible second to wake up. I've been really tired. I'd been letting myself just sleep, because sometimes your body is fighting off… Continue reading joy and grief and also some rambling about adoption in the middle

two and one

there is a young, young man standing at the end of the pier turmoil in his eyes worry in his hands dread heavy in his feet repeating like a broken record the sea breeze shouted at me said there isn't anything true to believe and the sun shined and it sighed theres nothing more than… Continue reading two and one

stream of consciousness: practices and generosity and being here

I didn't have an particularly strong hankering to write today, but in January I made the goal to write once a week and publish at least every other week. I've done a pretty good job so far of making time and sticking to it. I was afraid I would give up because I would start… Continue reading stream of consciousness: practices and generosity and being here