One Day At A Time…

One day at a time.  Take life as it comes.

The voices don’t frighten me.  I just find them frustrating at times.

One day at a time.  Take life as it comes.



They are so caught up in their happiness that they don’t realize I’m not really a part of it. I am wandering along the periphery. I am like the people in the Winslow Homer paintings, sharing the same room with them but not really there. I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

 . . . There are moments I just sit in my frame, float in my tank, ride in my car and say nothing, think nothing that connects me to anything at all.

― David Levithan, Every Day 


The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the skin, when cut, bleeds.

― Caroline Kettlewell, Skin Game

I Just Don’t Know…

I cannot hide from my present condition.  I’m bound in a cocoon with voices forever present.  There are no answers here.  The only people I have found who understand were hospitalized with me.  They know the reality of this.  They know the hardship and pain.  But each of us is damned to walk it alone because our “community” is too self-absorbed to notice the plight of a brother and the severity of the situation.

I just don’t know where this will take me.