Never in my life would I have believed that An election could become such a shameful wrangle. While the nation is reeling from the coronavirus, Rogues attempt to kill democracy from every angle. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #183 from Sammiscribbles: Wrangle in 33 words exactly. Word of the Day Challenge is Rogue.
Days apart from myself, moving by sheer will, Locked away from family, want to go home. Anxiety constant, no help from the pills. Fear I will remain in this strange world alone. How did I get here, this dark place of despair? Will I find peace and completeness anywhere? Breakthrough occurred when I finally let... Continue Reading →
I wrote before of spending 28 days in a in-patient mental health facility, due to panic attacks and anxiety. I was not expecting to have to stay in a hospital, but the attacks were so severe that I could not work or function at all. I was so scared, not knowing what the experience was... Continue Reading →
Being sick and confined to bed the last two weeks gave me time for serious reflection. When I was a little girl of age nine, I remember the older people in church thanking God for waking up in their "right mind." I did not fully understand then what they meant by having a right mind.... Continue Reading →
I woke up, looked in the mirror, and, although the face was the same, something was different. I did not feel like myself. It seemed as though, sometime during the night, I had become separated from myself. Felt as though my mind had become a foreign country, and I did not speak the language there.... Continue Reading →
A stay in a mental hospital puts one's life in perspective. Twenty-eight days of intense counseling, multiple medicines with horrendous side effects, and the company of people who are as lost in their own worlds as you are in yours will change your priorities quickly. Time locked away from the rest of the world, especially... Continue Reading →