Defining Sanity has undergone many changes over the years. But that only makes sense, since I've changed a lot over time, too.
This is where I used to try and describe the goal of this website and the reasons for human existence. Not surprisingly, as I get older (now 31!), I notice that all the thoughts I used to find so important and meaningful for others truly had no point at all. I have done nothing more with my life than attempt to understand and describe the meaning of life. But now, as I read over some of the writings I've had online for - what, 10+ years? - I realize that I was young and stupid for a long, long time. That might make it sound like NOW I've now figured it all out, but actually, it just means that I've come to appreciate the fact that it will never be explained, never understood, only enjoyed to the greatest extent possible. I won't claim to have found a way to do so, but it will continue to be my quest.
I only hope with this website to post some of me. Why? Who knows? I guess it's a pathetic, histrionic way to make public some of the more private parts of me. It's a strange compulsion when I think about it, but in this age of crappy internet ramblings, it seems that I'm not the only one. So, please read, consider, and enjoy. Or else wallow in the frustrations of life - and know you're not alone.
Oh, and by the way, I love to hear from people, so feel free to drop me a line at: webmaster(at)definingsanity.com.
What's New?
Carnivalesque Pathology
A short story about life and death.
Nothing lighthearted here.
Phobia
A short story about the frustrations
of public transportation.
Watercolors
A short story.
Read this if you or someone you know
is reliant upon psychiatric medications.
Wishwash
A short story about missing waffles
(and some other stuff).
Carnivalesque Pathology (HTML)
Phobia (HTML)
Watercolors (HTML)
Wishwash (HTML)
Retrograde (PDF | HTML)
Nerina (PDF | HTML)
Half-Empty (PDF | HTML)
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Life Sucks...but it's okay |
I struggled at length over whether or not I should keep my journal online. It was posted on the web initially because I felt the need to help folks know that depression can strike anyone, anytime, and one of the only things that helps is finding others who suffer. At this point, the journal seems to come into direct conflict with the rest of my life. I've worked hard to get where I am. Am I setting myself up to be discovered by my colleagues? Who hasn't Googled people they know just for the hell of it? Why would I want to jeopardize the way people see me at work? Is it worth the risk?
Well, yes.
In the end, I decided that I just can't throw away something that is such a large part of who I am. This journal kept me alive through some of my worst times. This journal is how I met my husband. This journal is what I refer to on occasion as one of the most defining aspects of who I am, not because of what it says, but simply because it exists. This journal, at root, is me. I can't push it aside as if the anguish never occurred. So, here it is. Take it for what it's worth. No apologies or excuses from me.
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The Beginning
Hell
Hurt
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Discussion about mental health concerns.
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