for Martin Luther King Day this year. I was afraid here the year before because I have experienced negativity toward my old policy to always show love to a black person for all they have gone through historically and in the present. I HAVE begun to understand how, as we slowly mature with regard to … Continue reading In the hospital… →

I have the congenital deficiency going back through my mother to her father's tb as a young man; and the organic personality disorder recently discerned; AND major depressive symptoms amounting to YEARS of suicidal depression, three separate bouts of this in fact, I was ALWAYS suicidally depressed after my leave of absence from college in … Continue reading oh yes and… →

A lot of words have been said in the decades of my illness due to a continuing pattern of misdiagnosis. Psych workers always support each other and dismiss evidence in order to do so. A lot of nasty words have been said in my family. But I believe that it is near the end for … Continue reading For my Father →

they are here. After all ny frantic self-centered papertrail cleanup last night i see that in the end it had nothing to fo with me. it was about creating the exact footprint of an alien landing here for future purposes. it must be hard for you to see what i am seeing here after months … Continue reading ALIENS →

...organizing the paperwork, which has been progressively strewn over the floor-- the end of my paper trail since childhood. to be brief i have a meme for this situation that came to the surface just as i got done for the night: here it is. johns hopkins affective disorders unit, whether i win this lawsuit … Continue reading cleaning up →

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This blog is a Monument to the City of Reading, my home away from home since I was a young child. When I was 24 it became my home in reality for two years; I was made a ward of the state there. I fell in love with a man name David in a very … Continue reading Monument; Last Post →

That's how I was treated here. Well, no, I was treated with love. People were KIND to me. I drove around in my gross little car that NEVER got cleaned and NEVER got its oil changed, and went from diner to diner getting breakfast and coffee at all times of the day, leaving a 50 … Continue reading Like Shit →

please understand my frame of mind when I wrote my last post, in case it comes to light. Pat is a lovely woman, literally, I loved this woman when I lived here decades ago. She got older, my mother got older, I got older. No matter what you love your mother. Pat really does have … Continue reading okay okay →