they take you, they take what you have, then they send you out again. They talk to you about the revolving door, and plant seeds in your mind to bring you back. The expression in itself is one in itself. At this time in my life I fear to go through an actual revolving door. … Continue reading psych care
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Feldman in Tampa
Sorting things out today. Remembering how he forced me off of my faith. Saying that when I said "jesus" all the time it was just a mantra. This was at Memorial Hospital in Tampa. Im sure people remember, even though it was in 2003. I made a spectacle of myself on his psych ward because … Continue reading Feldman in Tampa
my name is Lynne Murphy, not Abby Hill. Abby Hill is the nickname I used for anonymity in writing "Every Cloud" and "California, a Pro-Life Novel." And for blogging. ESPECIALLY for sending out "California..." to the 10 top Pro-Choice Advocates in this country a couple of years ago, with a letter. Then I went into … Continue reading
About My Father
My favorite dream when I was a little girl, the most special, was the Purple Throne Dream. The Throne was distant; magnificent. Where I was, near the Throne, at the bottom of the ocean, was a case full of pearls, rubies and other jewels, half buried in the sand. This 2as me and my father … Continue reading About My Father
About Georgia
After thevstate hospital I spent my whole life running after a woman who had NOTHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE. Fir 32 years, she has stayed "under the radar." I can hear her in my mind right now calling "Police Police." Thats just how this is. I met this woman in the middle of a … Continue reading About Georgia
About Men; 3
Terrifying moments, as referenced in my last post: Spiraling road up the side of a mountain in Southern California, 1992: My car wouldn't start. I was on an afternoon joyride in my little, tan Dodge Colt. I had pulled into a gas and food mini-mart with a few small booths. A man approached me. He … Continue reading About Men; 3
Special Psychiatrist
I wanted to acknowledge a very special psychiatrist in Florida whom I wasnt able to appreciate at the time, Dr. Alan Feldman. When I met him I had fled rhe house in Seminole with my sons pet mouse. My mother had come to the house to take my son because I was off my meds … Continue reading Special Psychiatrist
Road Kill
Its about Dr. Gross in Allentown 24 years ago. He just didnt understand. He saw it about the sexual OCD because I was carrying on with a male patient who had just been pulled from the river. Generally that's who I picked on, VULNERABLE PEOPLE LIKE MYSELF. Also because I had written a story about … Continue reading Road Kill
Human Beings
In California my ex and I made up the game "Who's the Asshole?" The winner got to walk away with the most attitude. Through that, I learned NEVER NEVER NEVER to use that word about a man. I lost my life over it twice. More recently, the game has been "Who's the saint?" That has … Continue reading Human Beings
Performance Art
Performance art. That was something that went by with the 80s as I remember it. But that's was where I continued to inhere all these years pending ongoing psychoanalysis attaching to my old psychoanalyst in Cambridge. Mass., whom I touched based with now and again over the decades that followed after leaving. The 80s. I … Continue reading Performance Art
Un.Bon.Mot 