July 22, 2017 Jeff, Fuck. I’m hearing voices. It makes it hard to sleep. They’re right in my ear when I just about fall asleep then they jolt me awake. I can’t make out what they’re saying. They don’t scare me. Because I understand it’s my mind playing tricks. What…

July 2017 It’s Friday night, date night and I’m at some burger joint in downtown Jeffersonville. I just had all my prescriptions filled. I tried to fill the new antidepressant they had swapped out and ramped me up on at the hospital. They didn’t have the drug in stock. Plus…

July 16, 2017 RE: Hand Puppets & Straitjackets I cooked today! Is cooking noodles (without a strainer) and adding sauce from a jar and then cutting up chunks of the Parmesan cheese into the concoction because your last roommate stole your cheese grater thingie dingie considered cooking? …

July 15, 2017 Dear Dani, I’m going to move when my lease is up. My apartment is too expensive. I don’t have a landing spot yet. And I need to do something a bit less stressful and taxing of my analytical mind for a bit. I just don’t have the…

July 12, 2017 So I laid down, I slept, but now I’m up. I’m up. This is good. As long as I don’t stay up all night. You know that verse, “Walk out your salvation with fear and trembling”? Well that’s how I feel. “Walk out your bipolar with fear…

Summer 2017 Writings from the Nuthouse The day Damon was admitted, we were in the pantry together getting coffee and snacks. I introduced myself and warmly welcomed him to my nightmare. Damon spoke very rapidly. He pulled a pair of women’s underwear of his pocket. …

June 6, 2017 It sounds like a bee’s nest in my head. Only not buzzing, more like the sound of thousands of people’s voices during intermission at the symphony. Only not human voices. Mixed with the din of the crowd you hear when watching European football. …

June 1, 2017 Me: I can’t sleep. This is the third night. I’m manic. It’s really quite horrible being in my head. It won’t stop. Spinning and anxiety and fear and it won’t stop. I can’t lay still. My legs won’t hold still. …

December 3, 2021 Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my father. I seem to have forgiven him. I’m 58 years old. I say that a lot. It’s such a weird number. It’s such a big number. And it’s so close to 59, which is so close to 60, which…