You know you’ve hit a low point when… (Or Today’s Random Thought)

You write “I am worth it” all over a blank piece of paper in order to convince yourself of that fact. Twenty minutes later you have a cramp in your wrist and a very desperate and sad looking piece of paper. The worst part is, this isn’t even a suggestion from your therapist. It was your idea. Hahaha. Funny.

Anyway, here’s to hoping everyone else is having a better day.

Cheers

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Boringly Normal Journal Entry

I haven’t been posting lately because I haven’t been writing much lately.. woe is me. Haha, no but for a good reason. My best friend is getting married at the end of June and we’ve been planning the Bachelorette Party. (Not sure if it’s grammatically correct to capitalize those words, but it seems such a Holy day that I would be remiss not to…) I’m pretty excited. I get to get totally wasted and conduct myself in a manner most un-befitting a human being- oh and, my best friend is getting married. I’m excited about that too, I suppose. (I really am.)

Like all good things, the party was slapped together last minute and crammed into the coming weekend with little or no real forethought. It should be fricking awesome! But, I’m wasting time here, I need to get prepared. Ohmmm*… Saturday is tomorrow after all. (I feel like that’s profound in some way. Like it would make a great T-Shirt. Maybe it’s just me.)

So, toodles! I should be back to writing depressing poetry, some blessedly short stories, or other random thoughts later in the month. (But not the 20th, since that’s “the big day.”) Maybe I’ll pop in with a post about the partay. We shall see.

*That was a zen word to focus my thoughts, in case you were wondering.**

**It was also a joke. I’m not really zen. (Another great T-Shirt, in my humble opinion.)

Book of Poems, Just for Fun

I took a little time off from “confessional” poetry and blogging to work on a children’s book, of all things. The idea had been bouncing around in my head for a while, and I finally decided to do something with it.

After several hours perfecting it in inDesign, I can’t stop thinking in rhyme. I thought for sure, a blog post would be just the cure. Hrm.

Maybe a little freeform poetry..

Book of Poems

(Nothing Profound, Just a Little Fun)

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

I’ll trade you these poems for the rest of your plate

I’ll give you my soul, hardcover, just for a taste

I’ve traveled through cities, prairies, mountains and towns

To arrive on your doorstep, just as the sun goes down


Good sir, this offer you cannot pass up

This book of poems, all for a sup


These words have fed me for nearly a year

But can no longer sustain me that is now clear

My gift to you is surely profound

And if you refuse me I’ll go to the ground


Good sir, this offer you cannot pass up

This book of poems, all for a sup


Take note my pale face, my withering hand

My crooked knees bend, I hardly can stand

But I assure you my most gracious host

It is you not I to benefit the most


Good sir, this offer you must not pass up

My book of poems, all for a sup


What loss to us both, if you say no

I the death of my body, you the death of my soul

You chuckle madly and say “there’s no loss to me

Go peddle elsewhere, you’re mad, I can’t even read”


Good sir, to my sorrow my offer you pass up

This book of poems, all for a sup

Mildly Frustrated? Or something of a confession.

Can anyone tell me why I have (for example) two views and eleven likes? It doesn’t make sense to me. Why like something that you haven’t read? :/

Anyway, I wanted to post something different today. I’ve been putting up a scattering of poems that I’ve written, mostly because I think they reflect the stage of my life I’ve been going through. Now I’ve decided to throw up something of a journal.. And wouldn’t you know it, I can’t think of anything to say… So…

This is strange for me. I’ve always been a private person, so this decision to blog surprised me a little. Why share things with a world you’d rather close yourself off from? I guess I can take a little comfort in knowing that most people on this site appear just to breeze through, arbitrarily liking and following you in an attempt to induce you to do the same. Haha. Only kind of kidding.

I’ve been diagnosed recently with depression and anxiety. I suppose I’m in a rather wide, crowed boat. I think something like 121 million people worldwide have been diagnosed with depression, and something like one in ten people will suffer from some form of it at one point in their lives. (You may want to fact check me, I’m relying on my increasingly faulty memory to recall those figures.) Some may find that comforting. We aren’t alone, after all. I find it nauseating.

Maybe I thought that sharing my progression through this illness (and hopefully beyond it), albeit in a somewhat distanced form, would be therapeutic? I don’t know. I’ve begun (yet again) to doubt my decisions. I suppose the best thing to do would be to continue and see, wouldn’t it?

This isn’t what I intended to write about. See what happens when you don’t set goals? 😉

Anyway, signing off for now. I have a warm bed and blanket calling my name.

(Also, what is a slug? Besides an oozy garden creature. It’s under advanced settings, and I can’t find it in help.. probably because I’m lazy.)