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Nothing Compares.
I knew this was coming but it was still a shock. When I read that Sinead O’Connor had lost her son to suicide, it was a a given that she wouldn’t stick around. Her panic and horror were familiar, and … Continue reading
A Better Heaven and a Great Big Shell
If you watched the memorial today for the 400,000 Americans killed by Covid-19, symbolized by two long columns of light, you must have cried like I did. All the people on MSNBC cried too, either sniffling or sobbing, all grateful … Continue reading
The Ballad of Icky, Smarty and Pervy
Once upon a time, there was a family whose gifted child, Smarty, started a new school. He made a new friend, Icky, who was very sweet but had a number of physical and behavioral shortcomings. He was unattractive and moody … Continue reading
It’s My Party And I’ll Cry If I Want To
Most people know at this point in social etiquette not to bark, “Cheer up!” at people who aren’t showing their back molars in a smile. Thank god that’s pretty much a thing of the past. I remember strangers informing me, … Continue reading
Posted in Disorders, grief, irritants, Words
Tagged friendship, grief, mental health, things I hate
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Thriftshop Healing
I have developed a new obsession with silk pajamas, having bought a beautiful pair for $6.99 at Goodwill. Now, I have to look for more, because that’s what happens when you have a shopping disorder. Today, I was patiently searching … Continue reading
I Miss Him Too Much
It’s been nearly a year and I’m surprised to still be here. I swore I’d go after him if he left. But things are complicated. June 6 will be a year. I know it’s just a day on the calendar … Continue reading
Disbelief
There aren’t really stages of grief, there’s just a big rupture and then a big mess of denial, anger, shock, guilt, etc. etc etc and none of it is orderly. Right now I’m in a state of disbelief and I’m … Continue reading
Pausing to cry and reflect
This is Mandy. Today I learned that she died from an overdose. I don’t know what her drug of choice was. I think she took anything she could get her hands on. I met her at the rehab place where … Continue reading