When Stories Become Memories

“I was sexually abused when I was seven by my step-sister…”   I’ve told this trauma narrative over and over again at various tellings of my testimony. Naturally, it’s always become hidden during times of telling family friends or anyone who may tell my parents because that is the worst possible thing that could happen……

The Beginning

Originally posted on Behind These Hazel Eyes:
“I don’t really believe in mental illness,” I said.  This is always a great way to start off a conversation with psychiatrists.  You can almost see the smoke come off of their pencils as they try to write fast enough about how crazy you are.  I wasn’t joking, though.…

Painting Bipolar Disorder

Originally posted on Behind These Hazel Eyes:
“Try painting what a bipolar diagnosis feels like,” my therapist told me. “It doesn’t work like that,” I explained.  “I paint, but I paint things.  Like, you know, pheasants or whatever.” “Um, pheasants?”  Her pencil hovered over the notepad. “Yeah, I painted a pheasant a while back because my…

An Invisible Battle

If you are sensitive to or offended by cussing, please… do me a huge favor, and close out of this blog.   I don’t really know how to even begin this post. I’m feeling a lot. More than I have felt in a while. I’ve been doing so fucking well. Ya know?   Like what’s…

rhinopharyngitis (rhi-no-phar-yn-gi-tis)

Rhinopharyngitis. Rhino-Pharyngitis.   I imagine a rhino with laryngitis. Or a disease caused by spending too much time around rhinos. Or maybe a street name for a guy who sells drugs… “His name is Rhino-Pharyngitis, but he goes by Rhino for short. He sells the best stuff.”   Well, I’ve had rhinopharyngitis this past week….