Letter to My Husband

"Salvation is here..." From a popular Christian song. I could never figure out why they didn't do anything when they took me out of the ambulance literally kicking and screaming back in the summer of 1986, after I lost control after stopping the Mellaril (an older antipsychotic medication) after getting out of getting out of … Continue reading Letter to My Husband →

Grounding

This blog is a good place to come to for grounding. When the shit is getting too thick and i cant see in front of me, I make time to come here and the ground opens up in front of me. What a day. It was a struggle to get out of bed, but once … Continue reading Grounding →

And…

Wow im writing. And some of my writing is about my experiences with Black men and Black women and i have to get it out just like i have to get other stuff out. I have had some very bad experiences with Black men and women in my British racial blindness, and i need to … Continue reading And… →

UTI

Why am I so friggin stupid. I dont take myself seriously. My inner voices TOLD me not to go to partial program, i went anyway, and i cried and i didn't kniw why. My therapy session felt like a waste and i didn't know why. The smoking pirch got way out of control and i … Continue reading UTI →