Trying to pick up the pieces

It’s an Eminem kinda day.  I just want to cuss and find all the good words for lady parts and just shout them out an open window. A relapse to me seems like the end of the world sometimes.  You just have to fight whether you want to or not.  Most of the time you […]

I was weak, and this post scares me

I hardly know where to begin because I’ve made no secret of my past or my history or my afflictions or mental defects or whatever the hell you want to call them, so I’m just going to start since it is still fresh is my still somewhat addled brain. I fucked up. Someone should have […]

What Flips Your Mental Switch?

Ok, I’m going all out on the mental boat again and I’m looking for some passengers.  So to answer Denise’s question about how crazy I am, I’ve got some more homework.  We got onto another subject in my ongoing therapy the other week so I got another subject to write about.

I got to Shrink my Shrink

I’ve been a little slack this week, but not as slack as you think.  I’ve been all “behind the scenes” and shit.  My post tonight, as well as another one I’m going to do this weekend are kinda serious which is a little outside the box for me, but it’ll be alright.

The day the comedy died

This post is going to be a little more serious that what you have become accustomed to from me. Yeah, I’ve done one or two serious ones over the years, but this one hits close to home for me. Robin Williams was a hero to me. He fought addiction and alcoholism.  He fought severe depression.