Forty Years Later: Remembering Dad
My father’s death is bigger than a planet, bigger than the gravity wells worlds make, that stars stir up after … Continue Reading Forty Years Later: Remembering Dad
Groups, Mania, Sharpies And A Restless Mind
I used to think I wasn’t suitable for groups: being part of a group, taking part in a group. By groups … Continue Reading Groups, Mania, Sharpies And A Restless Mind
Tormented, Yet Functional
Tormented, Yet Functional Sometimes it feels like maybe… maybe… the demons have finally gone away. Years of dealing with depression … Continue Reading Tormented, Yet Functional
Death of a Child, Birth of an Adult (Part Two: The Last Hour)
The Last Hour . It was just the two of us in the small room. You and I. They had … Continue Reading Death of a Child, Birth of an Adult (Part Two: The Last Hour)
Death of a Child, Birth of an Adult
Close your eyes and try to remember what you were doing in 1980. Maybe you were celebrating the birth of … Continue Reading Death of a Child, Birth of an Adult
The Time, Where Does It Go?
This week, I turned 53. Fuck. Though not for the reasons you might think. Age is a number, a marker of … Continue Reading The Time, Where Does It Go?
Remembering David
According to my mom, I asked for a little brother several times. I don’t remember this. In 1971, during the … Continue Reading Remembering David
Trauma: A Frame Of Reference
Trigger warning: the following post has mentions of sexual assault. ******** “The big “Aha!’ moment is that the trauma never … Continue Reading Trauma: A Frame Of Reference
John Francis Nooney 