Mostly Michelle Marie

Bringing Inside Thoughts Out

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  • Bus 23 and Me

    I grew up behind Arden Fair mall in the 70’s when I was a little girl and in the 80’s when I was an older little girl otherwise known as a teenager and that mall was my world. It was within walking distance from my house through an unauthorized opening in the chain link fence… Read more

  • Happy Birthday, Kiddo! We Made It!

    Happy birthday to the past and painfully young me. If eyes are the window to the soul, those eyes would reveal the storm raging in our most unquiet mind. Feeling unseen, irrelevant and invisible while at the same time trapped and claustrophobic. No power, no rage, no fists striking out blindly in anger; only the… Read more

  • Into the Looking Glass I Go

    I can’t see a mirror without thinking of magic portals and hidden worlds of incredible beauty where fantastical creatures roam. Centaurs and fairies, nymphs and unicorns alike, residing together in this mystical place. Mirrors are magical to me; from the first time I looked into a mirror and saw a wild child with curly hair,… Read more

  • I’ll Never Say Good-bye.

    I’ll never say good-bye to you. I’ll never think of you as gone; you’re still curled up, tucked in and filling the entirety of my heart. You’re the voice in my head that tells me to keep going, believe in myself, keep the faith and stay strong. You’re the one who I think of when… Read more

  • Return To My Childhood Castle

    Where does a 7-year-old go to when the world gets to be too much? Well, if you’re me, you go to your castle. Rather like the mind palace of Sherlock Holmes but instead of holding information, this castle houses a little girl and all the feelings and fears she brings with her. It provides a… Read more

  • A Tough Love Letter to Me, Myself and I from Me, Myself & I

    I have been struggling with a wide variety of issues, both imagined (things that MIGHT happen and things that MIGHT NOT) and real, that have caused me to slowly lull myself into a state of self-pity, depression and endless scrolling on social media, as if the answer is hidden there, although I know it isn’t.… Read more

  • My Heroes Have Always Been Weirdos

    I have never been a fan of the conformist, the bland and the banal. I have been a secret admirer of those who live their lives with the sound on, full blast and an energy so bright, they are a symphony in sight. They are as magnificent as peacocks, they are the most beautiful and… Read more

  • Time, Trauma and Treatment

    After a lifetime of struggling with bipolar disorder, trauma, shame and secrecy, I have found the light. THERAPY! Read more

  • Fear and Self-Loathing in Sacramento

    Heads up – it’s a long one! It was a dark and stormy night in late December in a small cow town with big-city dreams called Sacramento that brought Michelle Marie Me into this world. The doctor was leaving for a golf/Christmas holiday in Florida and I wasn’t quite ready to join the world just… Read more

  • Miley, the Golden G-String and Me

    Whether you hate her, love her, don’t know who she is and/or don’t care, most people are aware of the force of nature that is Miley Cyrus. I never watched Hannah Montana, never really felt any sort of kinship with her (she’s quite a bit younger than me being the most obvious) but I can… Read more