I wish I could write all of the thoughts Worth writing that pass through my Mind and more importantly I wish I could not write the ones That aren’t worth writing but God Gave me neither of those talents Instead I have the power of articulation With no fine tuning, no dial to Turn off…
Crack
My mental health keeps cracking Like I’ll feel almost stable and then CRACK I’m yelling at someone As if I have bipolar Even though I know I don’t My new case manager refers to PTSD as A “reactive” disorder and I keep reacting I think PTSD is as traumatic as addiction Except more because technically…
Too many posts
Too many hard days But what’s funny is Even on the worst days There can be really good moments Like today, discovering a new trail A new sunset view, so much better Than this current moment Of wanting to stop existing Up and down and up and God, for everyone’s sake Like all the mothers…
Accommodation
I need to be able to live in the wilderness, far away from everyone. To have it be silent all the time. But to also get everything I need all the time. I’m shaking and telling myself to calm down. I can’t write what triggered me this bad. I’ve been careful not to. I’m telling…
Wait
When I was waitressing, when I was so broke I couldn’t even afford food, I wanted to take my daughter to this certain state park. We brought peanut butter sandwiches, and parked outside of the park, and walked in, which I thought would be free. I didn’t have any money. I mean, I literally just…
Thank God for weed
I could swear I heard the woman in the boat near me say, “If you want us to go away, then, your plan’s not working.” Okay, that had to be my imagination. Gee, let me see if I can figure out what I recently went through that would make me feel like strangers are interested…
Mother’s Day Tits
It’s mother’s day, and if I can’t be with my daughter, then I want to be alone. So I drove out to this isolated campground, and as I’m setting up my camp, this family on a boat sees me and decides to come hang out in the Ravine by me. It was almost my own…
Vent Eyes Memory
“Who did you piss off?” Asks the Folsom police officer. The question takes me aback. We are standing in front of my best friend’s car, which has four slashed tires, and one broken windshield. “My ex said he was going to do this to my car,” I answer, “So we hid my car in the…
Folsom Famous
“Hey, wait a minute!” yells an older woman as I pull out of the campground. I slow down, she looks into my eyes and says, “Oh, sorry.” She looks like she feels bad for me. What the hell was that? I keep driving. Whatever. “Excuse me,” says a different older woman, in the parking lot…
Weird Trail Things
A lot of weird shit happens in the wild. Too much to write it all on Facebook, so… I had to walk to the bathroom at 4am. And if you’re thinking, “Just go in the woods,” it just wasn’t the right situation. Apparently, I’m not the only one who was worried about getting caught. Because…
Cognac Project 