Post-Christmas-depression treatment

Every time I'm sitting down to write about my post-christmas-depression treatment I find myself procrastinating over Facebook memes and listening to really cheerfull music and totally screwing up my unhappy vibes. It's impossible to write about how sad I was at the end of last year when I'm listening to Bonny M, Amira Willighagen or…

Victims of human trafficking

It is said that the devil loves secrets unspoken. Particularly those which gnaw like demons on a tormented soul. Can this raging demons be defeated without taken them by their horns? Can evil be killed with silence? Can I restrict the demons in my heart by not talking about them, or just forget that they…

The Grinch and I

So has the day come for sorrow, hatred, anger and issues beyond repair; Christmas eve. I woke up crying with my tormented mind filled with images of extreme violence. The comming nights are so perfect for accidents pretty common for this holiday, like arson, or misplaced fireworks cutting off fingers and blowing up eyes, but…

Hostage

I'm being held hostage. In my own home, in my own body by my own heart, my own emotions; my own damn sentimentality. I feel soft as a marshmallow. A soggy, sticky marshmallow melting in hot, sweet chocolate and devoured by unsentimental creatures from an unsentimental world I don't understand, where the pain and ruin,…

In karma we trust

I no longer understand what my psychologist want from me. Off course it was a lot worse when I had a therapist who didn't understand me, but it's pretty darn frustrating not to understand your therapist either. That eternal ongoing nagging about getting intouch with my feelings. I don't get it. I feel like getting…

Dark secrets of repair kits

Where do I find the beginning of heaven? Can I find it where the swinging treetops stop, where the swallovs are dancing their airballet with the last summers litter of chickens? Is it at the highest of mountains, over the rainbow, above the next hilltop, or is it where the grass sprouts in freshly sown…

Hitting rock bottom

You might think that falling asleep using your doormat as a pillow because you couldn’t find the keys which slipped through your fingers and landed on the floor two feet from where your head hit the doormat the night before, is what’s called hitting rock bottom, but no! Unless this is something that occur more…

Anger issues

I need change! When I woke up yesterday morning with my head resting on my not so comfortable doormat with my keys, which I couldn’t find the night before, lying on the floor two feet from my face, and the steaming fresh morning paper at my feet, I thought to my self that it’s time…