Tag Archives: mental health

January 20th, 2022/Loic Nottet’s “Mr/Mme”

Today’s Prompt: What is your favorite photo you’ve ever taken? I did write a post that went along with today’s prompt. I honestly did. But then late last night I came across this song (not for the first time, though it’s been awhile) and it felt much more important than my lackluster post about myContinue reading “January 20th, 2022/Loic Nottet’s “Mr/Mme””

Cory’s Story: overgrown insanity garden in 6 simple steps

What is going on? You can hear me? You can hear me! Yeah, Cory, nice and loud. Ribbon, thank goodness. We’re in a red desert and I have no idea what’s going on. Red? The last desert was brown. Regardless, could you stop shouting? I’m not trying to shout. It’s just that red deserts aren’tContinue reading “Cory’s Story: overgrown insanity garden in 6 simple steps”

January 13th, 2022/independent of dawn-dead dreams

Today’s Prompt: What does your ideal day look like? My ideal day doesn’t have a face, so I don’t know what it looks like. /end snark Honestly, that was my only idea about this prompt. I don’t know what my ideal day looks like, physical form or no. So here’s a poem about some non-idealContinue reading “January 13th, 2022/independent of dawn-dead dreams”

Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters

The evidence of pain pulsed across the body, like paint stains. Cory came to, skin stinging, surrounded by shards of metal scattered across rocks. Dull red rocks. He groaned. And stopped groaning, from the shock of the body’s young, girlish voice. Cory pushed himself up, blinking against glimmering sunlight, shoving aside sharp rocks so theyContinue reading “Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters”

Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic

(ps, “a little” in a dissociative system refers to a child-aged alter) *** I’m smart. Are you proud of me? I always thought of you as very intelligent. But yes, I suppose I’m extra proud of you. I figured it out. Figured what out? Everyone around here is sad and mopey, but not me. ThatContinue reading “Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic”

Cory’s Story: where memories leak through

Something…dark and painful was happening. Cory blinked, finding himself in bed, laced gray boots propped on the bed frame. He rubbed his temples and slowly bent his legs, sitting up. Something dark and painful was happening. He’d just been somewhere… Something about butter. But the memory of it was fading like a pond draining. HeContinue reading “Cory’s Story: where memories leak through”

Cory’s Story: this glow growing in the dark

Hello!
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.