Posted on July 26, 2021
by tara caribou
22 Comments
I pull the sheets up to my chin. There are monsters here, but they aren’t out there. No, they reside within. Snapping their powerful jaws and flexing their pointed claws. They dig inside my brain and find all the worst parts of me. “You… Continue Reading “Under the Sheets, In My Head”
Category: ProseTags: About Me, Coping, Dark, Depression, Heart, Lessons, Life, Mental Health, OCD, Self Worth, Thoughts, Truth, Turmoil, Writing
Posted on May 27, 2020
by tara caribou
47 Comments
black beetles creeping down the walls eyes stare out nothing behind them except everything everything everything every thing nothing behind them at all black beetles clickety-click-cuhlicking along ash curlicues swirls and slithers through my veins dancing pearls down my veins alphabet ash moves slow… Continue Reading “Black Beetles”
Category: PoetryTags: Abuse, Control, Coping, Dark, Depression, Life, Lose Control, Not Sober, OCD, Poem, Poetry, Rage, Turmoil, Writing
Posted on January 21, 2020
by tara caribou
50 Comments
something bad happened tonight and also something wonderful
Category: ProseTags: Change, Control, Coping, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Fear, Love, Memories, Mental Health, OCD, Prose, Truth, Turmoil
Posted on October 9, 2019
by tara caribou
18 Comments
Keep your mouth shut, little bitch. Ain’t nothing you got to say that means nothing important. Get on your knees and scrub the floors clean, clean, ever clean. Every crack and crevice, nook and cranny need special attention. Your sharp eye and a toothbrush… Continue Reading “Silence Brings Calm”
Category: ProseTags: Character Sketch, Control, Coping, Dark, Depression, Despair, Fear, Lessons, Life, Loneliness, Mental Health, OCD, Turmoil, Writing
Posted on October 2, 2019
by tara caribou
81 Comments
It dawned on me today that I am a writer. I have always ALWAYS viewed myself as an artist. Since I was a little kid able to actually think of myself as ‘something’, I’ve been an artist. One who is never quite happy with… Continue Reading “Today I Realized That I’m A Writer”
Category: ProseTags: About Me, Author, Character Sketch, Dark, Depression, Disappoint, Life, Longing, OCD, Prose, Sadness, Thoughts, Turmoil, Writing
Posted on February 7, 2019
by tara caribou
41 Comments
It can’t be ALL bad…. right?!!
Category: ProseTags: About Me, Advice, Depression, Lessons, Life, Loneliness, Love, Mental Health, OCD, Possibilities, Relationship, Thoughts, Truth, Writing
Posted on January 16, 2019
by tara caribou
40 Comments
The ice is building on my windows… yes, on the INSIDE of my windows. Doesn’t matter that it’s warm inside. It’s colder outside. But I’m looking at it. Staring into the beauty of ice. Looking out the window to the moon and the twinkling… Continue Reading “Ice and OCD”
Category: ProseTags: Control, Coping, Dark, Life, Longing, Love, Mental Health, OCD, Prose, Relationship, Short Story, Turmoil, Writing
Posted on October 26, 2018
by tara caribou
18 Comments
Hey. How about if just for today I am just me? How about I lay down the shield of pretenses and hold my chest wide open? There? See right there? It’s honesty which lies there within my breast. How about if I answer you… Continue Reading “Pretenses”
Category: PoetryTags: Dark, Depression, Despair, Life, Loneliness, Longing, Love, Mental Health, OCD, Poem, Poetry, Sadness, Truth, Turmoil
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