Human Rights, Mental Health, and other Hyperfixations
First my dad died, and I grieved. In the middle of that, I had another loss that affected me greatly, and I grieved again. Months of successful regular creative work went by the wayside. I’m starting to emerge, but the process is fragile at best. My thought is to add …
My weekly poem post will be delayed at least one more day while I continue to mourn the death of my father. I’m not really functioning right now, and don’t have it in me enough to mask enough to put together a coherent poetry post. I’ll see you all in …
I really wasn’t happy with this week’s poems until I started putting them together until I realized I did a really good job with a lot of hard words to work with. What do you think?
Discomfort is, well, uncomfortable, so we have a tendency to want to push it away. Here are some other things you can try instead.