The Peddler and the Artist

Mind Notes · Sept 25, 2026 · 1 min read

Don't Let Go

I'd like to dedicate this post to Suicide Prevention Month.

Mind Notes · September 21, 2026 · 1 min read

Be Kind

Having a mental illness can eat away at your entire being very quickly. It will make you give up. It will haunt your dreams. It will drive your mind crazy.

Abstract light and shadow, photographed for the Mind Notes entry The Aftermath

Mind Notes · September 18, 2026 · 1 min read

No one seems to talk about the heavy guilt that comes after a manic episode. Sifting through the wreckage when the high fades is exhausting and isolating. And the worst part about that is you feel alone in the aftermath.

Mind Notes · September 14, 2026 · 1–2 min read

Zoloft

The introduction of a new medication to the current regimen can be exhausting at first. Sometimes the medication cooperates after a short period of time and sometimes it doesn't.

Mind Notes · September 11, 2026 · 1 min read

Reminding Yourself

Having a mental illness definitely has its challenges when it comes to physical and emotional attachments. Symptoms can make closeness feel completely overwhelming.

Mind Notes · September 7, 2026 · 1–2 min read

A Good Cry

It's good to cry every now and then. I was taught not to cry when I was growing up.

Mind Notes · September 4, 2026 · 1–2 min read

Into the Void

I'm beginning to think that my brain can no longer house my thoughts. My depression has become so crippling as of late. Do you want to know what the worst part about that is?

Mind Notes · August 31, 2026 · 1–2 min read

A Parting of Ways Part 2

Well, this certainly took a turn from the previous post. I have thought about this for a while now. It's been on my mind for months:

Mind Notes · August 28, 2026 · 1–2 min read

A Parting of Ways

I supply many offerings as to how to contact me on this site. Surprisingly, email is the most popular option used by my readers. They tell me where they're from and how my site has impacted their attention and curiosity.

Mind Notes · August 24, 2026 · 1–2 min read

27 Part 2

I remember spending time with a close relative shortly after my Father's passing. I opened up rather intensely about everything that was going on in my mind. The response? Uncomfortable silence followed by:

Abstract light and shadow, photographed for the Mind Notes entry 27

Mind Notes · August 21, 2026 · 2 min read

27

There is a quote that states “Most men die at 27, we just bury them at 72.” I've spoken to many people in my lifetime thus far and many, not all, can relate to something that changed immensely in their lives at that age.

Mind Notes · August 17, 2026 · 2 min read

A Dreadful Week

Beginning the week is so dreadful when I'm in an episode. My focus on the good things tends to be on a much smaller scale than usual — some weeks, adequate just means getting through Monday.

Mind Notes · August 14, 2026 · 1–2 min read

A Steady Decline

There are evident days in which I know that the illness is progressing for the worse. Bits of uncontrollable upper body movements are becoming increasingly apparent, as of late. Yesterday it was a cup I couldn't hold steady. Small things, but they add up into something I can't unsee. I know that it's here. It's like the illness announces itself, in case I haven't remembered to recognize it enough.

Mind Notes · August 10, 2026 · 2 min read

Living in the Now

My therapist doesn't give me homework to do like my old one did. At least then, I had something to occupy my mind — a worksheet to fill out, a thought to catch and examine, proof that the work continued even when the session ended. Without it, the days between feel emptier, like I'm holding a breath I don't know when to release.

Mind Notes · August 7, 2026 · 1–2 min read

New Chapter, Same Couch

I decided to start again after realizing I'd been putting off dealing with some things for too long. It felt like the right time to stop avoiding it.

Mind Notes · August 3, 2026 · 1–2 min read

Beginning Again After a Goodbye

Beginnings seem to grow more difficult as I get older. The shadows linger longer now, like the ghost of a burnt-in screen that refuses to disappear no matter how long you wait.

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