Tag Archives: depression
The manic episode: Part II
“My advice is to not let the boys in.” ~Bob Dylan, Tombstone Blues [Part I] Saturday, April 16th, 2005 I am the hostess with the mostest. I am throwing a bridal shower for V, my best friend from high school. I show up late to her childhood home wearing gobs of makeup, thick turquoise eye [...]
The myth of regression.
Yesterday, I regressed. Or, I felt like I did. But how can one regress, really? Time marches on, after all. Every moment is progress. I regressed in the childlike, Freudian way. I bawled. I couldn’t hold it together. I started crying in the afternoon. I cried at work. I cried to Melissa on our walk [...]
I loved Lucy.
[Read the abridged version on Elephant Journal.] My heart is empty. Lucy was with me for nearly nine years, since my parents gave her to me when I graduated from college in May 2002. I loved her so. My constant companion died Sunday in the early evening. A surreal flurry of fleeting emotions pass through [...]
The manic episode: Part I
Manic depression is searchin’ my soul I know what I want but I just don’t know how to go about gettin’ it Feeling sweet feelings drops from my fingers Manic depression is capturin’ my soul ~ Jimi Hendrix Six years ago, I had a nervous breakdown. The incident, which culminated on April 16, 2005, was [...]
death by dr. pepper
He was Christian; I was a budding Buddhist. Because of him, I had reopened the file on Jesus. I reconnected with my Catholic roots in a roundabout attempt to sink my hooks into him. I boiled my spiritual belief system down to these eight bite-sized points: awareness (all we have is now) compassion (all we [...]
