Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
The Brain’s Faulty Circuits
TW: frank discussion of suicidal ideation The last few days, possibly even the last couple of weeks, I've struggled with a suicidal ideation right around bedtime. I've written previously about the fact that mental unwellness creeps up on me at the end of the day while...
Leftover Grief
We would have been married 21 years this year. It’s a number that blows my mind, but it’s also one that makes me sad. It’s been eight years since we separated, seven since the divorce was finalized. And I still feel a bit of grief over what might have been. I don’t...
Disdain for Facebook and All Things Social Media
I've been writing a lot lately here on my blog. It helps that I can now generate unique feature images for my content, thanks to some new features in the Jetpack plugin I use to support my website. I prefer to write here because it's my space, configured the way I...
Fiction
Pain
The lingering pain. It's all I can think about. It dwells in my consciousness like an open wound, even though there is no injury to be found. It's like fire in my flesh, a deep, crippling fury that makes me lose my sanity at times. I never should have made a deal with...
Portal
My toilet bowl is a portal to another dimension. Ask me how I know this. Great! I'm glad you asked. You know how I know it's a portal? It swirls when I flush it, and I'm not just talking about the water. That swirls, too. No, when I flush, there is purple and lavender...
Wind Chimes
They dangle from the eaves and make beautiful music in the wind. Long, slender bits of metal jangling against each other. They are tied to the bottom of a dreamcatcher, twirling and dancing and spinning. And the music they produce -- such a thing has never been heard....