Been Away

Moody…Melancholy. I suppose I am. I’m never sure until I decide to wake up and suddenly realize that me home looks like a madwoman lives here. Thats how I know I’ve been depressed. It sneaks up on me. I’ve been up all night, again.

.  I loathe my not keeping “normal” hours, I’m not sure why it bothers me so much. Especially now that nearly everyone is staying home. I haven’t had a reason to get up very early. But I want to be up when other humans are. And my Kleo is looking at me funny when I come to bed at 8am… Well, its 7 am now… I better get going!

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...