~~~~ Black Dog ~~~~
Im not having a good day. I feel like one of the maladaptive protagonists in my work. I am one and all of the maladaptive protagonists in my work. Things are spinning and I want to get off but Im strapped in tight on all the rides at this preposterous fairground. Anyone who thinks there is anything remotely cool or romantic about mood-disorders needs to be shot. I wish my lips were sewn shut.
Before he had even got halfway through the lengthy tale, he found himself trembling, and felt all the air sucked out of his lungs. She thinks Im mad! he kept saying to himself, and he tried to stop talking, or at least change the subject, but he could do neither, and he kept on and on and on.... When walking home, he prayed most sincerely for a great hole to open up in the ground beneath him--to swallow him whole and silence him forever, but, alas, he made it home and sat for hours in a state of shock at his own absurdity.
And so he stared into the mirror in his bathroom and despaired at what starred back at him. He locked eyes with himself, and even his own reflection seemed to mock him.
(Excerpt from To Speak Through Sewn-up Lips)
Black Dog Institute
~~~~ How to Navigate My Journal ~~~~
Im not having a good day. I feel like one of the maladaptive protagonists in my work. I am one and all of the maladaptive protagonists in my work. Things are spinning and I want to get off but Im strapped in tight on all the rides at this preposterous fairground. Anyone who thinks there is anything remotely cool or romantic about mood-disorders needs to be shot. I wish my lips were sewn shut.
Before he had even got halfway through the lengthy tale, he found himself trembling, and felt all the air sucked out of his lungs. She thinks Im mad! he kept saying to himself, and he tried to stop talking, or at least change the subject, but he could do neither, and he kept on and on and on.... When walking home, he prayed most sincerely for a great hole to open up in the ground beneath him--to swallow him whole and silence him forever, but, alas, he made it home and sat for hours in a state of shock at his own absurdity.
And so he stared into the mirror in his bathroom and despaired at what starred back at him. He locked eyes with himself, and even his own reflection seemed to mock him.
(Excerpt from To Speak Through Sewn-up Lips)
Black Dog Institute
~~~~ How to Navigate My Journal ~~~~