There seemed, in this place, the normal cliques of society working, only in standards no one normal could possibly recognize. Riley hadn’t quite figured out the hierarchy, having kept to herself as much as possible since arriving. She studied groups intently however during meals and other chances to be social, to see if she could figure… Read More Strange Bonds for Social Circles- (I’m not alright)
Riley Reynolds was 32 and a half years old the morning she woke up crazy. It was a bizarre and beautiful and terrifying experience all at once. Pretty much the same as her life up until that point, bizarre, beautiful and most of all terrifying. Lost, she never understood why she was so different, When… Read More Her name is… (prelude to Mornings)
Morning was always an odd experience inside the locked ward at Mercy General. At first, when the mind perceived it was not exactly asleep and coming to, the sounds and smells were odd but quickly comforting in the fact of the safety of being in a place one didn’t have to make all the decisions.… Read More Mornings in the Looney Bin
My parents and I had a conversation the other day. That in itself is not that newsworthy don’t misunderstand, I talk to my parents everyday. It was notable in its content. Not notable really, just a little butterfly. I was pointing out how much TV influenced, and continues to influence the way we see the world… Read More Resolve, It Isn’t Just for Carpets Anymore, Midafternoon Mental Moment
Heartbeat, erratic as drops of rain on the windows in the gloomy pre-dawn light, fingers tapping a beat on the blanket, she was unsure if they tried to follow the rain or tripped after her heart. There seemed a pattern, in a second it was gone. Heart made sense, then rain, as the sense melted.… Read More Flash Fiction – Erratic
Innocent Wild as the wind on a winter’s day Sweet as the flowers blooming in May Looking at life through eyes filled with wonder. Child, she was grown Innocent woman given To him her body to own In him belief Safety always For him, relief She was love Laughter, life A bubbling brook Time, attention,… Read More Innocent
Welcome to another edition of Bipolar Bytes, offering little bits and insights on this interestingly whack illness, good and bad, for those of you interested to know what it’s all about. Maybe you have it, or you have a friend or loved one who has it, and maybe you just are the curious type who seeks… Read More Bipolar Bytes; You Can’t Color Me Normal, so that makes me…wrong?
I is for…Ignorance A while back I wrote a post called Stupid is Stupid but Ignorance is Bliss. It was in my early blogging days and while I stand by much of what I wrote at the time Today’s Mental Moment… is about how the Ignorance is bliss philosophy can, and often does, go to far.… Read More A-Z Challenge; I is for Ignorance Mental Moment
I live in my head. It;s true. In the last year I have taken up residence on the top floor and for the most part I have a very busy adventurous life wandering the corners of my mind, sometimes to the point of forgetting that I reside in a body, that is a physical manifestation… Read More Real Girl, Real World
Good day all and welcome… to the second ever installment of the wildly popular feature Bipolar Bytes here on Running Naked With Scissors, where I bring bipolar disorder to you in manageable bytes of information. Because Bipolar is a mouthful and trying to get it all at once is just …well it is a choking hazard.… Read More Bipolar Bytes; Decking the Halls and Turkey Balls
Today is ..today is what is today? I have been off all week I mean really first a day behind then a day ahead and oh it’s Thursday… yay! You know what that means! Wooohooooo Next week I am going to lighten things up a bit for you mostly because next week – is the… Read More Have you no Shame? I should hope not Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment
Hey there all you wonderful folks! Check it out The Mental Moment today is not here. Well big deal you say it hasn’t been here for the last two days either. That’s not what I mean. Today’s Mental Moment…
Have you ever heard the term There is a fine line between love and hate. ? It gets tossed around quite a bit. And once you are familiar with it and ever in the position to understand why anyone would even say it – it makes sense. To me it… Read More mulitple shades of gray and a fine line, Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment
Yes…(cue dramatic music why? I dunno sounds cool) it is…da da da dummmmm… What day is it again? I keep thiking its THAT one day but its not – hmmmmmm well, ok forget the drama, Let’s just be getting to it shall we? Today’s Mental Moment….
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