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Month: March 2019

Moments of madness

During the winter break, I suffered a break with my sanity. Granted, this deviation in straight, level-headed thinking resembled little the psychotic episodes I’ve endured in struggles with manic-depressive disorder. Rattling highs and bone-crushing lows did not plague me. Instead, I felt an overwhelming compulsion to describe moments, feelings, memories…

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Reunited with an old friend

The loss of friends keeps me up at night. The thought of those people once close to me and now no longer in my life stitches me when I wake. I roll around restlessly, thinking of whatever incident or series of failures and miscommunications led to the breaks. The long…

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Fate had other plans

As the drinking increased, things changed. I began to take advantage of what I thought was an easy situation. I came home on the bus, furtively drinking from a pint I bought the night before. I spent more time at home before going to Jane’s house, drinking heavily before I…

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Jane gets close

I looked at the address on the slip of paper and found she lived close to where I stayed at the time. I’d lived in her neighborhood before and knew it well. In a way, I thought it was the most fortuitous thing in the world. If a relationship developed,…

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Jane the Redeemer

I was at the bottom of my game. Slinging pizzas ten hours a day, I’d come home and sit down to a twelve-pack and pint of whiskey or a couple bottles of wine. I lived in a room in an airplane bungalow and my roommate was about as much of…

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