People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

But It’s a Really Good Book

76.4% of my life presented in one brief scene:

8:40 pm, couch.

Brain Part 1: I’m going to head to bed early and read a book.

Brain Part 2: First I have to clean the kitchen.

1: It’s a really good book.

2: I can’t leave the kitchen like this.

1: Seriously, this book . . . → Read More: But It’s a Really Good Book

A Rickety Bridge

I arrived for my very first psych hospital stay without any books. Without anything, actually, because I was operating on a profound, dangerous sleep deficit and there was nothing going on in my brain that wasn’t destructive. The doctor at that little hospital started giving me a Prozac capsule every day, this brand-new drug . . . → Read More: A Rickety Bridge

We’re All Insomniacs Here

No Points for Style

I woke at 3 am today, hardly ideal but no surprise. We’re all insomniacs here. I spent a little time with Abbie because her insomnia and mine cross this way sometimes, and I’m awake before she falls asleep. I drank some coffee, wrote for awhile, and woke Carter at 6:30. I dropped him off . . . → Read More: We’re All Insomniacs Here

Life Is Difficult

Life is difficult.

M. Scott Peck opened The Road Less Traveled with that line and I don’t guess I know anyone who’d disagree. A few weeks ago, when my family was in the midst of yet another minor crisis, my dad asked me, “Aren’t you glad you gave up on waiting for life to . . . → Read More: Life Is Difficult

Adulting

“Adulting” isn’t a verb but it should be. Sometimes I look around my life and wonder, who the hell had the idea that I was qualified for all this? . . . → Read More: Adulting

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