Every morning when I wake up, there is a rock in my bed.
Sometimes it’s a pebble. This is the best case scenario. I sleep on my back on the left side of the bed. My right arm stretches across the mattress. The pebble will usually be underneath my palm, never digging in, but a comfortable pressure on my skin.… Read more ““Rocky Mornings” by Sammi Curran”
It is 1:12 a.m. and while my body aches for sleep, I am still awake, keeping watch on my battered body. And my busy mind. And the charts that keep me safe.
The woman who cuts my hair has two young children and goes to bed at 8:30 p.m. My wife is regularly snoring soon after 9.… Read more ““Watchwoman” by Sarah Bigham”
When you smoke, the toxins from the cigarette enter your blood, making it thicker and prone to clotting. It will increase your blood pressure and heart rate, reduce the supply of oxygen and blood that circulate in your organs, narrow your arteries and your chances of staying alive.
Research says smoking causes 84% of deaths from lung cancer and 83% of deaths from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.… Read more ““Nicotine-Induced Musings” by Elizabeth Ruth Deyro”
“You don’t need an ocean to feel like you’re drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.”
– Malak El Halabi
One of the most accurate metaphors I heard for depression came from my first therapist, Joy.… Read more ““Drowning” by Tianna Grosch”
I wake in the Queen Anne four poster bed. Bed of our madness. My Schizophrenic grandfather and abused grandmother slept here. Grandpa dug out a basement for a relative with only a shovel for the money to buy this bedroom set. A very long time ago.
This bed my domestic partner committed suicide on.… Read more ““Don’t Cry for Me, Nevada” by Andrea Lambert”