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 »
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 »
“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 »
“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 »
“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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »