It’s now been two months since my psyche broke with reality, on Christmas morning. I started feeling better about three, four weeks ago; at least,
Tag: manic depression
Journal Writing 2
The one thing about keeping a journal–your subconscious leaks onto the page. That is, if you let it, which you should. This means dealing with
The Writer’s Life: Journal Writing
My first girlfriend, Nancy, gave me a journal when we were in high school. That was in 1977. Forty-one years later, I now have forty-five
The Sudden, Psychotic Need for Jazz
About a week after the breakdown on Christmas day, in a moment of relative calm, I was sitting outside in my pajamas, staring at the
Marriage, Madness, and War
I fell in love because Michelle was gorgeous. I fell in love because we held long, intense conversations together. I fell in love because she
Why We Cut Ourselves
The memory of me sitting down at ten years old, digging a hole into my leg with a knife and a needle (see yesterday’s post),