"Essentially the Zoloft is eating away at your body and amplifying the effects of your depression. I guess we picked the wrong medication for you. I am so sorry ( Read more... )

Somewhere along the line it wasn't a fairy tale anymore. At first it was an occasional weed in her bed of roses. Then a petal turned brown. Little by little the roses began to wilt until one day they were all gone. They had become dusty images of what they once were only to blown away by the gentlist wind. Was I blind? How could I no longer notice ( Read more... )

Alexis always sees the best in people. She's a dreamer that won't quite until she has reached achievement. She has a really good heart that she holds her dearest ones inside ( Read more... )

Four friends sat in a diner speechless over the absense of the fifth. There were no longer words that had no already been said. The one is question, Mandy, was the classic screw up. There wasn't a single drug that hadn't seeped it's way into her system at one point or another. Too many tears had been shed over the possibility that she may very well ( Read more... )

I feel like screaming at her, "I am here! You can't turn your back to me and pretend I don't exist!" I hardly feel human around her and she can't see that. When I talk to her sometimes my words fall on deafened ears, I could tell her my arm fell off and she would hardly notice. I try so hard to reach out to her because I care and fear losing her, ( Read more... )

What is the future? In five minutes? In five days? In five years? In five decades? It's all a matter of perspective. I define future as the possibility of what may come.

A women in her mid forties brushes the soft brown curls off of her face as she continues to pound away at the keyboard of her high-tech computer. She is in the midst of finishing the layout for your young womens magazine "Faces". Between faxes and phone calls she escapes the office like a caged bird into the free world. Her eldest child plays on ( Read more... )

My heart is breaking
The words I'm sorry carry no meaning anymore
I have no more tears to cry
A shadow of who I used to be
My Ghost now hanuting others
Must escape.
Run
Hide
Just breath
Somewhere there is hope
And someday I will find it.

Monday ( Read more... )

"A wise man can admit that he's a fool, while a fool will always think they are wise ( Read more... )