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Power source
My power supply went out. Something’s begging for my attention. I’m pretty sure it’s me. Continue reading
Posted in depression, Journal, No Way Way
Tagged Bent Alaska, cave, grey, household gods, the pit
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Alaska Love Poem
In 1984, during my troubled early twenties, I fell in love with a friend of mine. This poem was written to her. But it’s especially a poem about how I came to love myself, & to give up my former self-hatred.
Posted in depression, Poems
Tagged aha, giving up self-hate, Lori, love, Night of the Butcher Knife, poem, Sharon, the pit, writing
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It’s all just an act… or maybe not
My last trip into the pit — my name for the worst form of depression/despair I sometimes go into — was in November & December 2007. Want to know what it feels like? I’ll try to explain. And also how I get out of it.
Posted in depression
Tagged 5-HTP, Christopher Erin Rogers, Flickr, Melz history, NaNoWriMo 2007, the pit
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Night of the butcher knife
An excerpt from “Dream,” the fifth chapter of Mistress of Woodland, based on two actual experiences — including a depiction of that state of depression I call the pit.
Posted in depression, Mistress of Woodland
Tagged depression, grey, Night of the Butcher Knife, the pit, writing
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Remembering Nicholas Hughes (1962–2009)
Nicholas Hughes: a wildlife biologist at University of Alaska Fairbanks who died by his own hand in March 2009. Something tells me his family, friends, colleagues, & partner saw him as something far more than one the headlines over the past week have painted him as — the putative victim of his mother’s “suicide gene.” His death was a tragedy, yes: but a tragedy because it was a loss of him & for all who knew him. And for many of those, like me, who didn’t.
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Tagged death, Nicholas Hughes, suicide, Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, the pit
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Hiisi
(For the Scheherazade Project, on the theme of fear. Constructive criticism always welcome.) Last night I told Rozz, I’m not always at the edge of the pit, but I’m never far from it either. She said, That thing you call … Continue reading
Posted in depression, No Way Way, Nonfiction
Tagged Hiisi, Scheherazade Project, the pit
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