Tag Archives: PTSD

on the goodness of night

there is no greater relief than shucking of day sloughing off costume rituals of potion and removal of turning down of putting away clothes folded nicely behind the closet door everything in its place blanket at my thirsty feet light … Continue reading

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dispensing with cliche

I don’t dislike airports or hate hospitals. I enjoy the former and am grateful for the latter. I am not afraid of going to the dentist, and can touch my eyeballs without squeamishness. I don’t mind being interrupted so long … Continue reading

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What happens when you make toast after 1 am

What happens when you make toast after 1am is you fuck up and leave the broiler on until eventually, like 20 minutes later, thick, dark, acrid smoke comes roiling out of the oven (wait am I smelling incense) (ugh no … Continue reading

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How to Cook for One: Burn the feelings off with bird chiles

It only takes one photo you never meant to see or be affected by to realize you are suddenly on slippery emotional ground. Listen to some aching cello music, write emo poetry about how you are afraid of losing to … Continue reading

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lower learning

Tonight I was feeling proud of myself for getting all of my homework done, and it occurred to me that I do, in fact, have homework. Life homework: some forms for my therapist, emails promised to camp members, other small … Continue reading

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This End Up

Again I am thinking of Erika, who is still impossibly gone. How could she do that thing? What a thing. I am told she never wanted to be old, and try to imagine feeling that…engaged? absorbed? in the beauty and … Continue reading

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Something must be fucking done.

Today I return only to tell you two things: 1. I never before associated my hypersensitive startle reaction with PTSD, but it’s been so intense since getting mugged that it’s basically just ridiculous. Last night my face itched, and the … Continue reading

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