Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #coping-mechanisms Clear filter
It's late. I'm so incredibly exhausted- running on peppermint mocha and green tea. I can not rest. My mind does not have an off switch. And so I unlock my pretty jewelry box and take out my addiction.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, March 10, 2013. If you are reading this it means you didn't commit suicide because of the stress of losing an hour yesterday, but that is neither here nor there.
Let’s think about the title for a second. Filter filler What do I mean by that. First, I need to explain what I mean by filter.
#acrostic #nightdwellers. Nothing to do but sleep. In times when reality is rendered so bleak. Given how life ripped all hope from my days. Hallucinations at night I prefer to the pain.
If I close my eyes tight. And block out the world. Then will everything be okay. If I pray and pray. And wish on my lucky stars. Then will everything be okay. If I put on a smile.
Little things I told my kids that are not true But keeps them smiling And I will share them with you I told my kids that when you are feeling blue Raise your hands up and wiggle around We all do it...
The bottle says two. I'll take four or five. Not enough to get sick. Not enough to die. Just enough for some rest. A very deep sleep. Maybe I'll stay out for days. Maybe I'll stay out for weeks.
Sometimes when am down; I like to sleep and not wake up. Sometimes when am down; I like to pretend that the bad event dint happen.
I confess, Again, I have reverted to attempting a 'Chemical Cosh' to numb the inner demons of emptiness.