Depression is a Black Hole

The Ballad of Lucy Jordan ~ The evening sun touched gently onThe eyes of Lucy JordanOn the rooftop where she climbedWhen all the laughter grew too loud Natachia Barlow Ramsey; Postpartum Psychosis Survivor and Loser ~Be Loud, Be Purposeful, Be Strong, Be Courageous, Be Creative, Be Something~ *Always Try to be Something and be Kind*

Go Ask Alice

Didn’t we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere? (Yes) They say that you are the king Of this whole damn thing Now they got me believin’ Said I don’t stand a ghost  Of a chance with my host God, I wish I’d believed them So let’s drink a few Here’s lookin’ at you,

Praying for Your Soul

Beautiful Song I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’I hope your soul is changin’, changin’I hope you find your peaceFalling on your knees, prayin’ You brought the flames and you put me through hellI had to learn how to fight for myselfAnd we both know all the truth I could tellI’ll just say this is “I

Upon My Death, Do Not Let Me Die

When I am gone I don’t want my story to stop being shared. When I am gone, be it by accident, disease, tragedy or triumph; I want it to be known. Say it out loud. I give my permission now to share my story. Share all my stories and if you have more stories of

I’m Not Gonna Make it

A Return to Home and Paradise Hell It’s Thursday, June 2nd around 5pm. I’ve already gotten a bunch of errands done and we are preparing for the return trip home to Maine. My anxiety is high, very high. I’m excited and anxious awaiting the trip. There’s the practical side of the 19 hour long drive

Days Like This

Every Regret I Have Will Go Set Free… This is Kim Taylor’s Days Like This – It’s been one of those days where I just gotta let go after giving it what I had and be okay with what is. I always listen to a lot of music on days like this. So  I will share

The Painful Truth

Seventeen Years and Counting It was seventeen years this March 11th that my son was born and one month later on April 11th that he died. It was at my hand that he died. I almost used the word fault, but I feel and believe had I known about Postpartum Psychosis and been treated for

Lumpy Potato Paste & Friendship

My Best Friend   We met freshman year of highschool. Your name was Adam. We were kindred spirits and I can’t remember a time when we weren’t fighting or when we weren’t best friends. Adam and I 2007 We eventually had to be separated in class because we would talk and laugh the entire time.

Snot, Diarrhea, Chicken Bones…

I spy with my little eye My sister can’t eat chicken on a bone. I remember when I was younger that used to gross me out too. I always wanted boneless chicken, and especially wings. All those slimy little wings with the little bones and tendons. Yuck, made my stomach turn. Then, I was put

This Postpartum Life; the Scars of Psychosis

What do you see when you look at me? You look at me and you see a woman with scars on her wrists from a failed attempt at the taking of her life. Damn her, there’s no understanding. We drive our children into the water. You don’t get that the ocean is a sea of