Month: September 2013

where i am, where you are

earlier tonight, i began to pen pain’s letter. instead, it became truth’s missive. perhaps, it’s both. i don’t miss you. i miss the idea of you. i miss the good parts of you. the kind, brilliant words that soothed &…

my superbly tilted axis

in an effort to make the experience of mental illness, & specifically bipolar disorder, more understandable to the non-patient, i’ve decided to go global. sort of. most of the time, you, the non-patient, live in/on a world that pretty much…