Existential Crisis Poem

Rain brings flowers Spring into leaps Spontaneous impulses and speech Blooming pressure No need for sleep With this special mission This...

This is a working and living essay in process and progress: Our internal life is often mirrored by our external world. It is no surprise...

Why do we resist taking meds? Why does it feel like such a big deal and put up such a good fight? Maybe because we buy into the idea that...