Sleeping Sun

Things are changing again. It’s supposedly a good change, so why am I left so confused? What are all these feelings? A heaviness has settled deep inside my body and soul. The words are lost in my head; explanations and sense hidden. Why does it feel like my time is coming to an end?

Life & Road Trips

A comment by one of my blogger friends reminded me of this post. It was one of the first I published on this blog so most of you wouldn’t have read it. I’m also reblogging it because I needed that message today.

Protected: Up In The Air

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

Am I?

Am I awake, or am I asleep Lost in a dream, floating within Whispers from all around Telling me it’s time to wake up Is that voice real or just an illusion Am I really in a dream, asleep Or am I awake where reality doesn’t exist Am I dead, or am I alive Am

A Bad Weekend

One of the criteria in the DSM for Borderline PD: 9. TRANSIENT, STRESS-RELATED PARANOID IDEAS OR SEVERE DISSOCIATIVE SYMPTOMS. I posted a “poem” the other day (can’t remember when exactly), and removed it at some point. I kept thinking that the person that post was inspired by would somehow come across it. Actually, I was

And I’m Back

Is going to group a habit now? It seems that way. Yesterday was a public holiday, and with me being in the dissociative slump I’ve been in today, it would have been understandable had I forgotten it was group night. But no, I found myself there buying a cappuccino. One minute with my laptop on