It is amazing what comes to light when you are in remission from a major mental health issue that dominated your life. Did you know I have major sensory issues? I didn’t. Until it slowly dawned on me over the past few months. Pat, the ever observant husband whom knows me almost too well, has [...]
No Return
Posted May 15th 2013 by kmarrsWhen I was a freshman in high school, so roughly 15, I had an online friend, whom was depressed. Suicidal. I knew this. One night I sat and read his plan as he typed it to me over ICQ or Yahoo, whatever we were using at the time. This was 15 years ago. I read [...]
Sexuality
Posted May 10th 2013 by kmarrsSexuality is a complicated thing. Not always obvious and not always easily negotiated. Made harder when you are in a duel-sex marriage, however encouraging the spouse may be that maybe he can’t meet all your needs and you are welcome to explore, with reasonable limitations. Women only, of course, and family always first, of course. [...]
After All This Time
Posted May 9th 2013 by kmarrsPeople come in and out. Not really there. Only in my head. With personality, plot, conversation. You’ll hear me talking to myself. Low mutters. You won’t be able to make out what I’m saying, but you’ll hear me. Talking to myself. But really, I’m talking to them. I know they aren’t real. I know they [...]
Ten Years
Posted April 24th 2013 by kmarrsI have been married for 10 years as of today. That is more than 1/3rd of my life. No joke. I’m 30-years-old at the end of this year, but not yet. So my math holds tight. Way back, before Luke was born, when Pat and I were separated and he had just moved out with [...]
Identity
Posted April 3rd 2013 by kmarrsWhen I started this blog, back in December of 2008, one of the first things I pondered inside me and on paper was what my online identity would be. Not being infertile or an ex-Mormon, but instead being in the throes of BPD and the early diagnostic stages, it was fairly obvious what my niche [...]
Should You Read This
Posted February 9th 2013 by kmarrsYou’re right, it is only 30 something degrees outside. But I don’t feel the cold. What I do feel is formal shoes tearing my feet apart. I have bad feet, just as I have bad joints, and a misfiring brain. So I do not feel the cold, but I feel the way my work shoes [...]
