I wrote almost 2 months ago in a post called sad vaguely about entering “a season of existential/religious/spiritual searching,” and that when I was ready to I would continue those thoughts. I’m kind of ready, but only ready enough to expand just a tiny bit further–but not much, so don’t get your hopes up forContinue reading “tangled”
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, thatContinue reading “confession”
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 yearContinue reading “sad”
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 thanContinue reading “two and one”
A few weeks ago we started talking about the mental immune system. In part one, we got the boring elements out of the way (eating health food, exercising regularly, and sleeping enough). Today, I want to focus on: connection. I have found genuine connection to be vital for my mental health because it is grounding.Continue reading “The Mental Immune System | Part Two”
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“Worrier” is a label that has fit me for as long as I can remember. As a child most of that worry involved an obsessive fear of people breaking in our house at night or me/my family getting bit by a dog (or when I was really little, of wolves who know how to useContinue reading “Strategies for the Wonky Brain – Part. 1”
With all this clutter in my brain, can’t follow an idea straight. Found myself the involuntary conductor on this train of thought I terrified will never stop. I just wanna run through fields of freedom and take in breaths of carelessness like I did when we first met. I’m both the aimless archer and theContinue reading “safe”