drag
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Showtime tomorrow! I have one more night of work after tonight, I’ll take a nap, then it’s time to get ready. This show is important, a lot of people and other singers will be there. There should be a lineup getting emailed out today. I’m singing Jolene, as the fundraiser is Dolly Parton themed. I…
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Tomorrow is it, my first show in which I sing for the first time in a couple months. My voice seems mostly to be back and I’m finally over the walking pneumonia. I’m singing White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane at the Alice in Wonderland themed Garland Pride and will be in my elaborate purple gown…
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Pride on Saturday was absolutely epic. Matty put on one hell of a show. I was a part of that show – during the festival, I performed at the Fountain Stage in Riverfront Park, the jewel of Spokane and a relic from Expo ’74. I did my Rose cosplay – the jump dress with my…
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I haven’t talked to my brother, but I did send him a strongly worded text after he sent me one: “ready to talk?” He didn’t reply. Then tonight mom and I sent him a Walmart order of groceries and water. He had texted her, asking for some food. He’s so absurdly broke and I feel…
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I still hate driving by the mental hospital. I have no choice, it is right there at a nexus of roads so no matter what route I take, I have to go by it. Sometimes it’s enough to ruin my night. Or at least set me off into a tailspin of terrible thoughts and memories.…
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May 13, Wednesday, was my last show and despite my limited practice for Part of that World, I did so much better than I was anticipating! I could feel it while it was happening. Marry A’botumn, our show host (I love that drag name) had an important announcement for us too. Instead of just the…
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Damn near inspiring – the profound effects of my own mind at war with itself. Jean Paul Sartre said life is an unwelcome interruption to a peaceful nonexistence. I really feel that sometimes. No voices this time, just turmoil. I have a lot of thoughts. They’re so fast. A lot on my mind. I did…
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Some days, the PTSD is strong. My mind perseverates on trauma, memories, pain. Pain I’ve worked really hard to work through, to come to terms with. But sometimes it hurts all over again. Maybe it’s because I saw the psych nurse practitioner who manages my meds. I told him I can’t even miss a day,…
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My photographer got a lot of pics but only a few are worthy, because I am not photogenic! When it came to the friendly competition – most tips wins! – I got second place.
Documenting my journey through the mental health system 