Psychology

  • Death. And Life.

    The balloons lifted into the sky, and as they floated higher and higher: I met my humanity. We were in the final year of high school, and we’d just lost a friend to a sudden and unexpected brain aneurysm. The… Continue reading

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading

  • I am I

    The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest. I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so. I need not shift to suit… Continue reading

  • Freud

    I’m about to sit down and snuggle with one of my Christmas presents. It is a book by Sigmund Freud called ‘The Interpretation of Dreams.’ I’d imagine it will hand me another key to my perception of reality, which I’m… Continue reading

  • Healing Pieces

    They were tears like rain. The sort of rain that brings your soul to life as you feel it hard and cold on your skin. Refreshing. Beautiful and nourishing, were those plentiful tears of mine. I was meditating. It was… Continue reading

  • Which Aspect Of ‘Now’ Are We Talking About?

    I’ve become an expert in solving problems that may or may not occur. It’s both a wonderful and a terrible thing, depending on the perspective you take. Problems do not exist, for instance, until the moment they occur and are… Continue reading

  • Goodbye

    No one would have seen it coming, least of all me. His death was inevitable: that part we all knew was coming. But no one would have foreseen my reaction to it. Not the way it happened, not the way… Continue reading

  • Escaping

    I never did stop escaping. A sensitive little girl, a face and a voice unkind: I escaped. I never did stop escaping. * I am safe and loved in this place in the sky. I am safe. And I am… Continue reading

  • Raging Humanity

    Where do I put the pieces of me that I do not wish to see? Where do I put the pieces of others that cut my gentle flesh and baste me in the black oil of smiles and lies? Are… Continue reading

  • The Demon

    Deep in the guts of humanity lies a secret. The secret of the dark. Peeking through the curtain, always. A demon hiding within. The world sees an angel: ‘Welcome, lovely one. We choose you.’ Meanwhile, the demon cackles on. Continue reading