This is my mind… my world. As I write this, I feel fatigued. Life sucks and it is the only rational thing now. Perhaps I can assist in my recovery and tell myself, deceive myself into believing that it is a user phenomenon. Must I say to myself “No. Néné, life does not suck, it…

I have reverted to mon nom ancien: Joan. Ever since I can remember, I have struggled to identify myself. By this, I do not mean to say that I do not know who I am, for I have always known this simple and all-so-trite thing. Some people spend their entire lives trying to ‘find themselves,’…

The day proceeded quite slowly. The typical je ne sais quoi that is intrinsic to life; things to do, things to say. I went for a car ride and I tried to smile, but it simply hurt. This mood has taken over me; I can hardly recognize myself. Just hold me, baby, please? You’re just…