My mother subscribed to and collected magazines on every topic imaginable. And when her stacks became unmanageable, she bought shelves to house the stacks of magazines on. I printed out the definition of hoarding and how it is an affliction and told her she needed help. In the past week as I’ve packed and thrown out and given to charity I realized, I, Rachel Dangermond, am a Hoarder. Yesterday, at Zulu, I told friends I…
New Orleans has to exist because if it didn’t people would invent it. After so many episodes of In Treatment not to mention the reality of life in front of TV, I begin to believe that everyone is seriously flawed. And some people chose to anesthetize themselves, some turn to alcohol or drugs or both, some smoke, some lie and cheat, some gamble, but here in New Orleans, people spend a lot of that negative…
I sat on the porch to have my coffee this morning and watch the sun rise for the last time from the LaLa. The last few days have been especially trying for so many reasons it is hard to even begin to enumerate. I watched an episode on In Treatment last night sitting on the floor of the living room as my furniture now lives in my future life, not here in my present life.…
I have so much to do I could spit. But I took Tin to Zulu this morning by bike because it’s Mardi Gras and remember I live in the city that Care Forgot, which is why you have to go to a parade on Fat Tuesday. Lately, since I’ve changed my life I’ve had a series of encounters. The man at CC’s who asked me in all honesty if I would give him a shot.…
I was watching the second session with Walter that Paul has on In Treatment and even though my therapist said that the industry feels that Paul’s therapy is spot on – I beg to differ. The discussion is centered on Panic Attacks – of which I’m an expert. Walter keeps saying over and over again that his episodes are not panic attacks because they never happen under duress and Paul never addresses this and as…
[written a few days ago – today’s Fat Tuesday] I’ll share a secret with you that might not have been obvious at the time. In the summer of 2011, I considered taking my life. I would look outside at the bayou and dream about putting actual stones in my pockets and entering the bayou (and taking pills to ensure I didn’t come out). That’s how hopeless my life seemed to me then, that’s how trapped…
I have gained and lost perspective so many times in the past two months it is hard to know which way is forward and which way is back. Rudy or we have come to know him around here as #STFURudy because of the comments – “Boy, Tin is going to have a hard time adjusting to this smaller place” to “Man, you better be glad you’re selling this place and getting out.” Then there was…
The storm has hit the Southeast or at least that is what it feels like. How about it’s Mardi Gras and nothing stops Mardi Gras in this city and then I’m moving and that is like a freight train that can’t be stopped either and all I have to say is that last night I dreamed that I was lying in bed watching a movie on television – ha, as if that has ever happened!…
I’ve often wondered why it has taken me so long to get to these conclusions in my life. Well, not conclusions per se, more like my life’s framework – there are no conclusions, even at death. Then last night I was watching the penultimate episode on the In Treatment DVD where Paul sees Walter for the first time; Walter, a CEO with all the ticks of a God self-image. And Paul said this: Paul: It’s…