A sanctuary of home. The phrase soothes me. I was reading a psychological thriller. The protagonist had been out doing seedy things and came home in the wee hours. This was the first phrase of the next chapter. I took a breath when those words passed through my mind and caught the attention of my… Continue reading A Sanctuary of Home

I’m feeling melancholy — I think. Emotionally I’m a tad different. Maybe it’s the bipolar or maybe it’s me — same person regardless, I consider I rarely get depressed. I debated writing about it because I don’t want The Bruno Papers to be a negative space. I don’t consider this depressing really. Just talking about… Continue reading A Touch of The Blues

We all have it — stuff. Some we’ve had since childhood. College. Careers. Marriages. Let it go or keep it? I still have a pencil holder I made in vacation bible school as a child. I love it and still use it — not letting that go. Or maybe you’ve got BIG stuff. Or BIG… Continue reading Not Letting Go

A little startled, ”What’s that sound?” The clock reads 4:40 a.m. Oh, it’s Sage sharpening his claws on the scratching post in my bedroom. When he does this in the early mornings, he’s letting me know he’s ready for breakfast. Thankfully, this is not an every day occurrence. I remove myself from my warm and… Continue reading Friday

There are more than 15, but I didn’t want to go that deep. When I started thinking about this, I didn’t think I would come up with very many. Just these are a little surprising. Hadn’t really thought about this before. I don’t feel scared or fearful. I’m not living a fearful existence. I hope… Continue reading 15 Things I’m Scared/Fearful Of

“I have arrived. I hope to get some relief here — what an oxymoron — getting relief in a psych ward. I have observed that two of the “goons” behind the courtroom facade have already spoken about my sunglasses – eyeballs! I observe flags here, but no peace symbols — it’s a source of agitation… Continue reading A Stay in the Hospital

I guess it’s bound to happen, but hopefully not too much. We get older. Personalities and growth directions change. You realize a friendship you enjoyed for over 20 years, or even less, is gone. It’s a loss I still grieve. I have trouble letting go and just letting things fade away to begin with. When… Continue reading Losing and Gaining Friends

Putin’s War caused this question to come to mind. I feel mentally crippled and helpless to do anything. I can’t wrap my head around it. It’s made me think hard and deep about how much we humans can withstand — both physically and emotionally. It’s miraculous we survive as well as we do. I am… Continue reading How Much Can We Take?

Last Thursday, I had a therapy session with Arlene. I go once every three months for med refills and counseling. Sometimes I go in between if there’s something heavy weighing on my mind. I try to get through the issue on my own though. I’m always surprised how quickly time moves when we talk. As… Continue reading Talking with Arlene

Who doesn’t like to receive a gift? The unknown. The thinking of what it could be. Who’s giving me something? What if I open it and immediately think why would I want this with the gift giver beside me? Then there are the gifts I open and think ”perfect” — just what I’ve always wanted.… Continue reading The Wonders of Gifts