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I kept forgetting my nighttime antidepressant so I set an alarm where the sound was a recording of me saying "HEY. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILL" because I thought it would be funny. It was funny about three times, and then it started making me mad and I'd dismiss it right away to make it stop. So I handed my phone to my partner, who made another recording sweetly saying "Okay Shira, it's time to take your medication" and now I don't get mad anymore and I take my pill. The "compassion over punishment" camp has gotta get something wrong one of these days

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one of my friends often forgot to take her meds despite setting an alarm, so I set an alarm on my phone, and when it's med time, I send silly memes to remind her. if I message her, she takes her meds without fail, and sometimes, if we're on a call, you can hear her react to the alarm: "shut up you heinous thing" usually with a lot of cussing the alarm out, and it's so crazy how transforming a habit from a negative experience into a positive one makes a person so much more likely to engage with it in a positive way.

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"Tattoos are becoming unpopular", "piercings are unpopular again", "keep your hair natural never dye it again, it's the trend now" literally fuck off I know what y'all are doing

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Check out my poem, A Child's Memory of Long Car Rides, in the latest issue of the Literary Nest!

A Child’s Memory of Long Car Rides After Joyce Polance’s “Morning Route” Before we learned to lean our heads Softly on humming glass and ho

A Child’s Memory of Long Car Rides

After Joyce Polance’s “Morning Route”

Before we learned to lean our heads Softly on humming glass and hope It would be cool in summer, warm in winter Still it lulled us into the gentle throes of sleep

When neither leather nor pleather Cigarette-burned plastic nor stained cloth Embraced us in a backward-facing seat American Dream pillow and blanket

Our fingers raced alongside the window They leapt simian from tree-to-tree Slid along powerlines and guard rails Even our imagination could not keep up

Yes, sometimes, there were games And sometimes, there was music Our father’s off-key voice crooning Our mother reading every billboard But mostly there was the silence Broken only by the fallen leaf hum Of an engine we did not then understand An orchestra only our father knew

His hands the wheel, his feet the pedals Every tick, clunk, and grind clutched in his jaw In the rearview mirror, he saw us sleeping And he prayed we did not break down

All he wanted was that nothing taint this This memory we did not yet know We would hold dear when we too, someday Drove down these long and lonely roads

No, what we mostly remembered were how Pines became water oaks and sweet gums Oaks became wisteria and dogwoods Dogwoods became maple and beech

An East Coast brochure flipbook lullaby Green and brown, red and gold, black and white We could have become an oil painting If only we could keep our eyes open

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