Mental Health: By Just A Thread

Realistically, the title is an exaggeration.  Hanging by my fingertips and occasionally sliding down the cliff would be more accurate.  Perhaps even Sisyphean would be a better example.  I have been pushing through depression and stress for so long now that my mind feels as though it is being pushed through stone in a near... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: A New Life, A New Journey

She was young and thin, almost to the point of emaciation.  The welts had mostly subsided, but there was no position she could find that didn’t cause them to ache.  The principal had called again.  With six missed days in two weeks, she must have suspected something.  They never let her leave the house until... Continue Reading →

The Nightmare Plague: Confrontation

Barnabus had grown weary of listening to his “passengers” incessant chatter.  He had only intended to leave with Pug, but encountered so many pleading voices along the way that he could not leave them to be destroyed.  Many of them had been turned to things of fear by people’s beliefs and not began their existence... Continue Reading →

Poetry: Trusting the Past

I have known you for a lifetime Considered you a constant companion You possessed my trust Through many dark days Now look at where we have come There is no presence My life is forsaken This spirit is foundering Introspection is cruelty Seeing now the past through new sight Am I truly made in your... Continue Reading →

Prompted: Something for Nothing

The funeral had been a disaster, what with their children screaming at his retreating form.  According to them, he was responsible for their mother getting cancer.  Everyone tried to hush the teenagers, but the accusations rang in his ears.  Every time it seemed the tears had run out, it would not be long before he... Continue Reading →

Prompted: As Fast as You Can

It was good to be home after a bad day.  Ty entered the kitchen from the side door, but was surprised that there were no smells of dinner having been cooked.  Disappointed, he went to the freezer and picked through the frozen fare.  His mother kept buying this stuff in spite of a determination that... Continue Reading →

Quiet Dreams: Hot Mess

I might as well rename this blog The Hot Mess. Originally I envisioned a focused theme which was living with mental illness. Then I got stuck, writer's block struck, or I saw something shiny, whatever works. Life and mental health were joined by The Nightmare Plague and poetry. There are posts regarding books and authors,... Continue Reading →

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