While trying to organize the events of my life both for writing purposes and therapy, I find myself thinking about a lot of random shit from my youth. You know, those things that stuck and carried on through adulthood. I am so shaped by trauma, its hard to find real organic things in my past
Okay, so maybe I age myself a bit with a Seinfeld reference but if you remember the episode where George’s Dad’s blood pressure goes through the roof and to calm down he’s supposed to say, “Serenity now” but when hes does it, he is screaming his fucking head off, “SERENITY NOW SERENITY NOW SERENITY NOW!!” (I might
You know how you hold off on using the restroom when you start drinking because once you “go” you’ll have to “go” five hundred times an hour for the rest of the night? That’s kind of whats happening with my brain now that I’ve started writing stuff out again. I spent years without being able
Some days, I can’t think of a single thing I want to write about. I woke up this morning with 50 things running through my head. Ready to solve the worlds problems one.blog.at.a.time. Ready to write. Then I sat down here, all revved up and ready to drop some truth on the world… …. ….
As I sit here staring at this blinking cursor wondering what to write to you all, I find myself thinking about all the reasons I love to write, all the reasons why I share what I do, and the many ways the simple act of writing heals me. This is not my first blog and
This is the excerpt for your very first post.