Artist : Buckcherry ( Read more... )

I'm getting sick again. I can feel it slowly overpowering me like before. It's really, really hard for me to ask people for help. I don't want to seem helpless or look like I'm trying to get attention. I'm not. I'm just really scared. A freind of mine once told me I was not mentally ill. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I just know I ca't handle ( Read more... )

Dear Mom....A Year in the Recovering Psyche ( Read more... )

I wrecked on my mope and have a compound fracture on both my radial and ulna bones. My arm is beingheld together by pins and plates but they might have to amputate. Please pray for me.

Update: Went to rehab for four months. Just go out of rehab. I have my own apartment and a cat. More later.....

If I could write naked in the public library, I would. I do all of my most inhabited writing when I'm naked. Something about being totally free from everyone and everything really gets the old noggin flowing. But, since I can't do that, I can do the next best thing. Write at home and transpose it here. Enjoy ( Read more... )

So recently I've been turnedon by this little thing called Post Secret. I found out about it throuhg my friend Shel's journal and I must admit...I'm hooked. But then I got to thinking...what the hell is everyone so afriad of? Why can't we be unihibited and free? Are we going to explode? Therefore, aldies and gentlemen and all of those who are ( Read more... )

I never used to believe in soul mates. I always felt that no one really knows you but yourself. I have now changed my mind. Never in my mind did I actually believe I wold find an honest to goodness soul mate...or that it would exist in the body of a 63 year old woman ( Read more... )

So, I know I've been complaining about wanting to go home since the moment I arrived here. It's going on two years now...I think I've given Indiana a fair shot. My friends here feel I should go home....my family and friends back home feel I should go home. Why thern, am I not going? Because going home would be only for me. Let me explain. I'm ( Read more... )

On a scale of one to ten, my anxiety level today is a 23. Tomorrow I give a lecture on depresion and how it has affected my life to an abnormal psych class. I'm excited to share my experiences, but terrified just the same. The professor of the class is a very good friend of mine whom I trust with my life, and I know she will not let anything ( Read more... )