"Man's choice there be." (Please excuse, if possible, my lack of attribution for these words. You see, they came to me, mixed and jumbled, but in this sequence, from separate sentences of a scholarly article I was reading, whose title and author I forget, as the acute phase of my breakdown was commencing.) "Man's choice … Continue reading “Man’s Choice There Be”
Category: Sunday post
Choice.
Uh, oh. You are all going to hate me because I was GOING to write about abortion... But I have no right to... No right to...
On Prayer
I pray. I prayed as a child. As a good, young Catholic school boy. Not as "fervently" and "piously" as my classmates evidently believed I did given my extreme quietness (maybe not "shyness," but quietness, out of fear of... Or, maybe, just out of "fear") and the fact that I shared a first name with … Continue reading On Prayer
On Prayer and Silence
Prayer does not need to be a "spoken" word, either externally, placed outside of us in either spoken or written form, or internally, spoken within us in our own hearts and minds. And when I write, here, of "prayer," I am intending, also, to mean meditation. Prayer need not take on "tangible" form in terms … Continue reading On Prayer and Silence
“Advanced Recovery”
My breakdown didn't really happen. It is all a lie. I have been lying to you all this whole time. And my family. And the orderlies, psychiatrists, and other personnel in the hospital who strapped me to the hospital bed during my second hospitalization (with pee-cup, and all) so that I would not, once again, … Continue reading “Advanced Recovery”
Fear, redux
The only fear I have right now is the fear of not having enough to say, which is the same as being silent, which is the same as being dead. But, then again, even "silence" can be a form of communication, such as when
“Into the Woods”
The thought of dying, alone, in the woods, in the midst of my breakdown, evidently, did not scare me, but the thought of dying alone, lost and afraid, in the years since the breakdown, has. I was never alone. And, I am not alone. And neither are you. We are here, all of US, together … Continue reading “Into the Woods”
Red Pill.
That's what writing is. The red pill. That's what it is for me, at least. Is it the same for you? I bet it could be, if you let it. Why not give it a try? Just this once... I'll shut up for once, and let you be. Just this once... Enjoy.
“The Matrix”
25 Years Later, We’re All Trapped in ‘The Matrix’ - WSJ They offered me a blue pill and a red pill in the hospital. I thought I was supposed to choose. Actually, I've always been compliant with the medication. I may have ALWAYS been resistant to the idea of it, even before the breakdown, but … Continue reading “The Matrix”
“W-hol(e)y” Sh!t.
What is the difference between the words "holy" and "whole"? I'm not sure that there is much of a difference. Clearly, from their similarities in sound and spelling it would be logical that there must be some common derivation, right? Let's check. According to the Merriam Webster dictionary, there IS, in fact, a common derivation. … Continue reading “W-hol(e)y” Sh!t.
Observations from the Brink 