My childhood taught me to lie.
My mother was a strict, radically right-wing conservative Christian. Every aspect of my life was censored. She would go through any book I read first with a sharpie. Once edited, I was able to read it. That even went for our collection of encyclopedias. If there was a naked statue, he got a sharpie toga. If there was an article she disagreed with, it got blacked out. Continue reading I Found Myself In Fiction: How I Learned to Write
I’m the kind of person who gets stuck in a rut. I get a routine going, and then I just do the same thing every single day. Unfortunately, those routines are rarely productive.
I get up in the morning, I make my breakfast, I get ready for work. My full time job takes up most of the day, with an hour in there for the commute. I get home, make dinner, and the last few hours of the day slip away. Then, time for bed, just so I can do it all again tomorrow. Continue reading Living a More Productive Life
It’s a hole you fall into. Sometimes there’s a bottom, but other times you feel like Alice. Just falling, falling. You know what it is: you’ve been here before. You know you’re not thinking straight. These thoughts aren’t your thoughts. You know you don’t want to die. You know that you’re strong. You have people who care about you. You’re smart. You’re funny.
But when you’re here, when the pit consumes you…that world isn’t real anymore. You’re falling and you can’t stop. Sometimes you can’t breathe. Continue reading You’re Still Here