Earlier this morning, I was at the Kroger grocery store on Dorothy Lane. I had a can of medium spicy Ro Tel tomatoes in one hand, mild in the other. I had a tough time deciding which one to get. I looked up and realized I was crossing paths with this older crone woman employee,Continue reading “Kroger Sisyphus”
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If you want to know what it’s like to have a mental illness, you could ask yourself what it’d be like to trust and doubt your judgement at the same time. In a sense, you have to be smarter than yourself. Be responsible. But what if you’re still in your 20’s, late or not? ExperiencedContinue reading
It found its way
One of my first magical customer experiences when I was working at Waffle House was back in 2013. I was 22 years old, freshly college educated and constantly stressed, therefore constantly ticking. I believe it was solely an EEEE vocal tic I called a bark, but it was much more frequent. And yes, I wasContinue reading “It found its way”
A letter to hibby
To my dearest, always-loved Hibby: I wanted to thank you for hanging in there while I’ve been riding this recent rollercoaster of mood swings and generalized sadness. You’ve been not only the perfect paradigm of “husband”, staying loyal in sickness and in health, but you’ve been a best friend, a transmuter of my problems, makingContinue reading “A letter to hibby”
His gift
While serving at Waffle House, I distinctly remember this larger man with a big, brown bushy beard coming in maybe once or twice a year. He’d always sit at the low two seater in section 1 during more spontaneous bursts of business in the evening. This guy was extra jolly, somewhat immature and itching toContinue reading “His gift”
Sister friend
Today when I was next in line in the waiting room to see my psychiatrist Dr. Singh, this woman with a Harley Davidson jacket, a neck tattoo that said ‘little shooter’, and a face mask that said ‘fuck off’ stormed in the waiting room, burst out in tears. Everyone sitting around acted awkward from herContinue reading “Sister friend”
True love with ‘such a man’
I got home from breakfast and a trip to the dispensary with mom this morning around noon or one, around the time Ricky starts to wake his sleepy self up. When I opened the bedroom door, he was not stirring yet and very much fast asleep on his belly, strands of dark hair going everyContinue reading “True love with ‘such a man’”
‘Started from the bottom now we’re here’
Mom often reminds me of ‘how far I’ve come’ from my rock bottom, my mental breakdown in 2013. Back then, I recessed into some other universe than the one Everyone else actually lived in, and was there for an impressive amount of time. Nasty ass dirt compiled under my uncut nails as I was climbingContinue reading “‘Started from the bottom now we’re here’”
Wildflowers
“Now, I know I’m not the most Godliest woman,” I started, my six foot stature crunching grass and straw under new Drew clog slip ons. “But isn’t it weird how the universe throws people in our lives for specific amounts of time to make an impact, and then they’re gone? How paths just bend andContinue reading “Wildflowers”
A Visit with Lori
Yesterday I had to drag myself out of bed for another long, Ricky-less Sunday where he worked a double at the Subhouse. I had promised Lori that I would meet up with her in the mall and walk around, catch up, and people-watch, her favorite thing to do. The spoiled side of me didn’t wantContinue reading “A Visit with Lori”
The Human Healer’s Stories 