walking through the hell of memory I won’t be tied down by – memory of your ugly acts. My body won’t be wrecked just because you – desecrated it violated it damaged it. All these wounds of mine – they are mine to claim. I will make beautiful art with them. Continue reading “walking through the hell of memory”
Tag Archives: mental health
The cartography of my body
Come, don’t be afraid Take a closer look At my body. Can you see the map? I’ve mapped out the battlefield, Especially for you. All the wars fought on it. To the North – the ruptured country To the East – the desert of pain To the South – the river of blood To theContinue reading “The cartography of my body”
on depression – memory, at the hospital
A memory: I walk outside to smoke a cigarette, or three. I get a horrible coffee from the vending machine – need caffeine, don’t care that it tastes like shit. The time is somewhere between one and three in the morning – I lost track of it. This night, the longest in my life. IContinue reading “on depression – memory, at the hospital”
exposure – on #depression
As some of you have noticed, I’ve been writing about depression, PTSD and mental health issues lately. It’s a new writing project I’ve undertaken with my daughter, Michelle Bvb Lu, in the last few weeks, and this time, it is non-fiction. It is raw writing, coming out of the deepest parts of my soul. It isContinue reading “exposure – on #depression”
on #depression
We move through it day by day. We’ve come to know #depression closely, we’ve learned to accept it; it’s almost become our friend. I’ve learned that I can’t sharpen my claws and go out to battle with it. If I want to help her, I need to get closer to that dark force keeping herContinue reading “on #depression”
Writing in the Margins 