Thanks. In 20 or more years.

I did! Not my typical piece.

You aren’t you on meds. Nobody is. Some have no choice. I get that. But I don’t understand living in the most medicated country on the face of the earth.

I hope you find power in your battle 🌼

No, meds only confused me. Not taking any psych meds right now. I have to have control of my inner demons on my own. This was one of the last I wrote near the beginning of year. Before radiation and surgery. When I was thinking of just ignoring the doctors completely. Which I didn’t. I even broke free of caffeine. Off it completely.

Sometimes all we can do is write about it and let it come out as it will. What you said here was so relatable to what it can feel like when you really want to write it out but are also still dealing with whatever is going on.

Exactly!

Powerfully penned, Paula. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I agree to try to go without psych meds and using the arts and writing to be therapeutic. Me personally, there’s some I need. Writing will always be my number one therapy too. Keep strong, girl. Your therapeutic writing is paying off, I love it!

Daniel

Exquisite story and writer you are! Enjoyed this…

Brilliant and highly erotic.

Love Bradley….. lol

What a kickass poem. Nice work Paula!

I have no clue. His last name was Jones. Lol. Millions of them out there. Don’t know if I ever knew his birthday or exact age. Very short friendship. I hadn’t thought about him in years.

My daughter feeds squirrels & her cats love watching through the window. Got a giggle outta this one!

Thanks Willow.