Oh God, if I never saw one of those positive affirmation memes again it would be too soon. It's not that I'm down on flaunting positivity (although I am down on 'awesome' possibly being the most overused and misunderstood word in the English language, closely followed by 'literally'), it's just that they seem to be … Continue reading Positive Affirmation Memes. Stop. Just please stop.
Last year, I began reading 'Shoot the Damn Dog' by Sally Brampton, a reference to Winston Churchill's 'black dog' analogy of depression. 'It's the black dog', 'she hasn't left her room in days.' It was an unnerving read, for the most part that throughout Brampton's poignant 2008 memoir, I was aware she killed herself … Continue reading Sally Brampton, suicide and her fucking black dog
Though I had not believed in His existence since my youth of hymns and Sunday school, God began to talk to me, first in a whisper and later, in loud, threatening tones. My father spoke to me, too. Sometimes his presence was invisible, but sometimes I would see him sitting at the end of my bed, seemingly looking straight through me with his eyes, ice blue. It would be the first of many psychoses.