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Mental Health Journal 02

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May 5, 2016 10:41pm Tomorrow is a new moon called Awakening Moon, my two year Alanon anniversary and I took the first dose of Prozac tonight.

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There I was in the kitchen, making myself some coffee to perk me up a bit when the following lyrics came out of my mouth. You raise my hopes, then you raise the odds. You tell me that I dream to much …from a The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove on Into the Labyrinth by Dead Can […]

a thank you list to today

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. : happy heart, thankful being : . …stepping onto a new branch of my path that has served to open my heart and ground me into this body, all while being my “job” as Chiropractic Assitant to Dr. Melanie Hernand (aka Dr. Mel) at SoulWorks. I love Network Spinal Analysis – it changed my […]


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did you know that masticating thoroughly is the key to proper absorption of that which is chewed? while I sit here I chew on what you said that last time we spoke in words concurrently I masticate a delicious salad made of only things good for me now that I’ve chewed it completely I’d say […]

Little Birchy

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I recently started a paper journal to document my job search process. I misplaced it. It is thoroughly frustrating for me to have lost this item. However, I will not use this forum to extol the virtues of digital anything. I’ve lost blog posts, word processed documents and digital photos almost at the same rate […]

harmonize with actuality

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Found myself wondering, anxiously, why I’m feeling a little melancholy this afternoon. I noticed two strangers in front of me. Two seats in front of me, a man was on an expensive “smart phone” with an “if found…” note hand written on a piece of medical tape stuck to the back. He was agitatedly twisting […]


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Things I remember about being in court: wood being a small child having a chaperone peanut butter cup anxiety small voice confusion sunlight Mrs. Naylor mustard yellow jacket brown pants a $20 bill brown leather wingtips feeling the pain (on my behalf) in everyone’s heart (even the judge) witnessing myself from outside of myself

Sometimes a song comes on just to break my heart, again.

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Listening to Dead Can Dance’s album Into the Labyrinth makes me, an atheist, feel as if inside a temple where I am filled with a potent, un-nameable, un-categorical mystical energy. Their song “The Carnival is Over” is particularly mesmerizing for my spirit. Here are the lyrics: Outside The storm clouds gathering Move silently along the […]

the music that woke me up

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When I was a kid my bedroom was just off of the living room at the front of an old stone Victorian apartment house in the suburbs of Philadelphia. I had two walls of windows and at the foot of my bed was a glass door with a sheer curtain, as if my room had […]