Sometimes it just has to be done…

Yesterday I made the decision to go back into counseling. I stopped about a year and a half ago because I had run out of money, plus the antidepressants were keeping my panic attacks under control. But, over the last few months (the last two months in particular), it has become clear to me that I am not going to make any further progress until I get the help I need to make things more manageable—particularly with regard to my general state of mind. My first appointment is later this week.

(25 April 2017)

I just have to say this real quick-like…

As I sometimes do, I was writing poems while waiting for tonight’s open mic to start. After one or two ‘ regular’ poems, I thought I would do something different: I filled a whole page of my ginormous sketchbook/journal with a single poem.

But here’s how I did it: I wrote alternate lines from the top down and bottom up of the page—and alternated sides of the page as well. The result is that some ‘stanzas’ as they appear on the page make sense, while others make no sense at all. I have noooooo idea how I am going to arrange this one when I transfer it to my present Word file…

(24 April 2017)