Another Hospital Stay, Part 2. By Lillian Csernica on August 1, 2015. The Baclofen pump replacement went well. No redness, swelling, etc. No problems in the Recovery room.

Not A Whisper Was Heard. With every bad day comes a fear that the next day will only serve as a mirror for current badness. Not every day is bad of course, but the nagging fear is ever present. Yesterday was trying and difficult. The only thing to do is go to bed and hope that tomorrow will be better. I have seen our arguments as a co.

I read to escape reality; I write to embrace it. Good Girls Get Dirty, Too! July 4, 2014. In my home country, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands.

Hello everyone, here I am again after a long time without writing anything at all. I used to believe that things might change for better however everything that happens is worse and worse than the previous one, to me it seems that I live in an endless darkness. I am not young any more and I do no.

All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Yes, it hurts, but it leaves no trace of a complaint.

Mental Illness, Life, and Other Things.

An old dog learning new tricks. My only excuses are coursework and apathy. The coursework is mainly reading and research, and is fascinating. The apathy revolves around everything else, and is beginning to irritate even me, so must be given the boot.

A little bit of everything, and all about nothing. I am water following you as you go. I am dirt wherever my mind wanders. Chemistry when I think I am element. Physics when it all blows. I am everything and nothing. As I barge into your heart. And fill the cracks within. As you walk by you go through me. I am History playing with time.

Just a guy sharing his experience with mental health with the world. A Schizoaffective Story Time Series. I am going to have to do this again. I cannot write currently, and nor do I want to at this moment in time. I simply cannot take this any more.