Another old one about the "hijacker in my brain". I never acted on any of these physically destructive urges, but good god were they in my head at times.

Generally, if I am a more grateful person, mentally I am at peace. When I start finding things to be upset over I typically have little to no gratitude for the good things in my life.

"Whoops, I just hurt my own feelings."

Old old old "poem". I plan to do more with this juxtaposition of how the mundane memories can be the most heartbreaking (sounded fancy there didn't I?)

I wrote this in the depths of some pretty vicious drinking and self-loathing, years ago post-breakup. Hindsight can be a cruel master, especially if things were your fault, but you don't know how to healthily move past them.

Except when I say I don't give a sh*t, I usually do.

My foot should really start paying rent to my mouth.

Again, here is an old one. Self medication left me in progressively darker and deeper holes. My life is by no means perfect after almost a year and a half of sobriety;

But at least I don't let my problems masquerade as solutions anymore.

And nostalgia might as well be a drug, for all its usefulness.

I need some tattoo work done ASAP

Not my best work, but I'm trying to crank out one more poem for today and I'm experiencing some major writer's block

Musical re-association is hard.

I have a migraine as I write this. SOOOOOO yeah. Ouch.

Yeah. The creative juices aren't really flowing today.

Look up. Be in the moment.

And it is especially loud today.

Indecision, at times, has been the bane of my existence. On matters small and large.

It's flannel Friday.

Older haiku that I wrote a few years back. I don't live like this anymore, and god, am I grateful for that.

After living in 4 states in the last 3 years, I can say with a doubt:

A geographic change could not help me run away from my problems, especially because most of them both internal and external were caused by none other than me.

I carried my issues with me like unnecessary carry on bags across every one of those state lines. I wrote this a day into my most recent state, and the only reason my life has been any different was I finally gave into the idea that enough was enough and I needed to change.

*using asterisks because apparently the "normal settings" won't allow profanity in your feed unless you change it in your settings*

Square breathing works wonders for me. Better than only taking deep breaths because it gives me a focus to put on my breathing patterns.

On the topic of therapy.