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how to survive medication withdrawal

I know a thing or two, about how to survive medication withdrawal.  I’ve done it a few times!  Jonesing is wretched, but there are lots of behaviors that can help. This is a list from an email I sent Ming, recently.  An internal memo of the Ming and Laura-Marie Mini-fam! list of how to survive… Read More »

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rainbow pouch

I cleaned out my rainbow pouch this morning–felt great.  I removed some loose dried rosemary that had been in the bottom of it, taken from the garden of someone I loved and never should have! Oh, sweet Laura-Marie, duped by charmers, over and over again.  Nothing like holding hands and committing–hook, line, and sinker, to… Read More »

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jonesing

  “What does jonesing feel like?” Ming asked.  I had a hard day, a wretched suffering day, then a good day.  Then a so-so day turned wretched, then back to so so.  Getting off a psych med. I lost my joy and my ability to make decisions.  I had already been having a distorted sense… Read More »

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funny

“Are you funny?  Or are you funny-funny?” I asked Ming.  Yep, we ask the tough questions, at our house. Later I was setting a boundary about not wanting to pay attention to something and told him, “What do I look like, a hall monitor?  A monitor lizard?  A komodo dragon?  I’m not that kind of… Read More »

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dream

“Is that nail polish remover flavor?” I asked Ming.  This is not a dream.  He was drinking an energy drink I will not advertise by mentioning the name of. “Yeah,” he said. I peered at the can. “I was looking for permanent hairspray flavor, but they didn’t have any.  Nail polish remover was my second… Read More »

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soup poem

Hey, I laid out a little poem about soup. Could anyone but me care about this soup poem?  I hope so.  I looked at other poems, on the #poemsofinstagram hashtag, and they are mostly really boring.  Poems you would expect.  This is a weird poem, I guess. I write the poems I need to.  Really… Read More »

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trike

I wanted to tell you this whole story, how Ming and I went for a trike / bike ride, and this nut fell off my axle that holds on one of the back wheels.  It had fallen off before.  So I was mad, we didn’t deal with it well the first time, and it just… Read More »

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poems on instagram

I’ve been posting poems on instagram.  My instagram is xtrikeslutsx. Please follow me.  That dispensary dream poem was the first one. Trying to do short ones.  I had a realization recently that I save up my poems to publish only in zines, which doesn’t make sense.  Fewer people see them, shared that way.  Long ago,… Read More »

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the ritual

The ritual I had on January 24th was important to me because it moved through me some feelings that I didn’t know were stuck. My friend proposed it, when I sent a mass email to ask for help around my mom’s death anniversary.  My friend is elsewhere, the one I know who seems most connected… Read More »

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guest post from GT

This guest post from GT is about activism and predators.  GT is an artist I met online through radical mental health.  They asked me to share far and wide, and I’m happy to.  I have experienced being preyed upon by men who were in a mentor role, especially when I was young.  It wastes so… Read More »