My Cardboard Balcony

Moving. House. Work. Teaching. Brain. Depression. What. This week has been a bitch, loves. Pray that it gets better. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Healthy Haven by Belinda Roddie I never thought I'd be so happy to devour a chicken, avocado, and bell pepper salad loaded with spinach and arugula. And yet...here we are.

Panacea by Belinda Roddie Doctor, please give me a prescription for my endless dread.

We Drank Hot Cocoa by Belinda Roddie We drank hot cocoa, spiked, late through the night and listened to Christmas carols until our eyelids grew heavy and our breaths light. You helped me up the stairs, the windowsill in our bedroom frosted; you tucked me in and sang to me as we both braved the chill and the heat of the blankets graced my chin. My episode had not quite ended yet, and so you remained patient with me as I slipped into dreams where I'd forget, though temporarily, my new faux pas. Winter approached, and still, we both kept warm, making hot cocoa through personal storms.

Chag Urim Sameach by Belinda Roddie Tonight was the first night of the Festival of Lights.

Shitty Alma Mater by Belinda Roddie Fuck John Eastman, and fuck Chapman University for enabling him.

Collapse by Belinda Roddie You ever deal with someone so frustrating that they make your headache worse, and so you have to pass the fuck out at 8 o'clock at night? Yeah, me, too, buddy.