Puzzle
My best essay yet.
My best essay yet.
It’s the worst.
The point of life.
Let her cook, babes.
On tunnels, light, and life.
On having hard conversations, writing letters, and closure.
On downturns, what matters in life, and perspective.
On condenser coils, structure, and strawberries.
On relationship grief, tiny seeds, and tofu.
On the unknown, quiet voices, and faith.
On the careful kind, burnt rubber, and little runts.
On worker bees, frequencies, and heart strings.
On silence, singing, and Irish goodbyes.
On mermaids, wintering, and being the only one.
On discomfort, boundaries, and waking up.
On Nebuchadnezzar, trailer homes, and the expansiveness of Dr. King’s dream.
On paths, detours, and scraped knees.
Stage 1, or how to begin a story with the end.
Stage 2, or how a ruthless depression ate away with me and brought me to the doorstep of insanity.
Stage 3, or how mania lied to me.
Stage 4, or what it’s like to lose your mind.
Stage 5, or how the madness deepens.
Stage 6, or what it feels like to be involuntarily committed for the very first time.
Stage 7, or how denial works and how depression can always burrow deeper.
Stage 8, or how I lose my mind the second time.
Stage 9, or how real-life experiences lead to delusions which lead to paranoia and conspiracy theories.
Stage 10, or how I started to dig out from under the rubble.
