I am no longer accepting anymore shit By this, I do not mean I am no longer shitting My bowel movements may not be regular But believe me, I would much rather have them! I may not enjoy shitting But imagine if I had to carry All of that shit
I didn't want to write this. I tried and tried to think myself out of it, but while I have other things I could write about today, other things I have been thinking about, other topics that dwell in my mind... I couldn't bring myself to
(in case you need a refresher) The Lock and The Key: Chapter 1Real ill writing from a real, ill writer.Orpheus Wren's WritingsOrpheus Wren "May I ask your name? Or at least what I may call you that I am capable of remembering?" Lane asked, peeking
I have PTSD. Fully diagnosed now, finally, and so happy I can finally get some help for it. I have been dealing with a flare since September and I feel like I am drowning in this tide. If I had to live with this, no sign of help in sight?
“Name?” the bosun asked the man in front of Jeb and his mate Scab, the same as he'd asked the first dozen men, more than likely. This time Jeb was close enough to hear what was being said. The bosun didn't sound bored yet, that was
Hi, sorry for the late post today! I usually set things up farther in advance but I've been battling the flu turning into a sinus infection with a touch of bonus bronchitis has left me with little energy for anything. For bonus "lol no" points, the
What Can I Even Say? What do you want, what can I even say? It's a struggle right now just to breathe To remind myself they crave my hate It's the spider's spell they try to weave They want us to fight so they
I have spent my entire week trying not to get pneumonia or bronchitis. I almost didn't succeed. There was fluid building next to my left lung, enough that if you pressed my left side I would cough uncontrollably, but not enough to show up on an x-ray (of
Please enjoy these three poems from Taking the Long Road Out of Hell! If you like these, the book is available over on my Ko-fi and you can pay (or not pay!) whatever seems reasonable to your wallet. And don't give me that crap about "but I
My found family nephew brought home a cold or a flu and I have unfortunately caught it. I'm not actually feeling too poorly, honestly, which surprises me! Poor Birb (the public name I use for my nephew) feels miserable. We've got a pot of Brotchan Foldchep
Jesse slammed the door to him room, threw his backpack into the corner of his room, flopped onto the beanbag hard enough he heard a seam pop, then reached for the pillow from his bed nearby and used it to smother a snarling scream. He heard the swift approaching steps
As I write this (this post will be scheduled), I have not yet been out of the hospital for a week. I want to write so badly right now, but I know, I know, I need to be resting. At least writing what I think takes no effort at all,