I’m Coming Home

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“I’m Coming Home”

I cringed when I contemplated the time that elapsed between then and now. How long had I been gone? My hand cramped and froze while the cursor hovered over the hyperlink. I could easily determine that duration. But, what would that calculation amount to beyond the number?

In truth, I’ve written and rewritten this post infinitely in time and space. Whether it was one of dozens of drafts that exist tangibly in my documents folder, as a blurb in a journal entry, or on a note in a pile of obscure one liners. Or it was a flitter behind my eyelids as I fell asleep. Continue reading

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No Refills

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Does anxiety make us do stupid things? Or do our stupid actions cause anxiety?

As I roll around this spastic hamster wheel of my own creation, I realize it probably doesn’t matter. The result is the same. Utter and complete exasperation. Heart-pounding worry. Multiple imagined scenarios of worst cases.

I forgot to order my meds. Again.

Every few months, I find myself staring down the empty bottle neck of my meds.

It shouldn’t sneak up on me like this. My physician, insurance company, and I have a nice, little arrangement for ourselves. She writes the script, they fill it, I retrieve it from the mailbox. Couldn’t be any less painless. Continue reading

World Suicide Prevention Day

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Trigger Warning:  As indicated by the title, this post discusses suicide.  Not graphically, and not in detail, but if the topic is especially triggering to you, you may want to make the choice not to read on.

Today is 10 September 2014, a day that has been designated World Suicide Prevention Day by the International Association for Suicide Prevention (IASP).  I know that this is a very frightening subject for so many people, with or without mental illness, to talk about.  But do you know what I think is even more frightening than discussing suicide?  Not discussing suicide. Continue reading