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prettypinktypeI  am a Wisconsin-based writer/poet living on the shores of Lake Superior.   Essays and poems have appeared in numerous literary magazines and a couple medical journals (well–numerous to me) like Frigg Magazine a few times, MadHat Lit, Third Wednesday, The Writing Disorder, Haggard & Halloo, and more.   A memoir is in the making as I prepare myself to go back to college this winter (if all goes well) after being out for six years due to illness.  But I know now what I didn’t then–and that’s what I want to do with my time.  I am currently training to be a Peer Specialist and I am returning to college, planning on double-majoring in Writing (finishing) and Psychology and figuring it out from there how I can implement those into an art therapy program (trauma narrative writing) for people with PTSD and/or have suffered trauma.

On this blog, each poem, each essay, clip and piece is another difficult degree that makes up the matter of where I am going.

Living with Bipolar Disorder, Complex PTSD, dissociation and ADHD is an insane ride, but I am finding I can swing it most days, and others no, no not so much.  –Amy Jo

 

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“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.” –The Bell Jar

To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities—I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them, because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not–that one endures.  -Nietzsche

“to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death”…HOWL, Allen Ginsberg

 

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