Author Archives: JOSHUA BRIDGES

Frustrating thoughts of how to get it all to stop. My mind is against me. It tells me I’m weak and shuts me out of reality with lies of a peaceful endless sleep. I lay in my so lonely bed, scared to sleep. If the dreams don’t get me, the memories will find me. IfContinue reading “GOD IM WAITING”

I had dinner tonight with two new friends I met in support groups. It was nice to go and hang out with friends. Something I do not often do. I tend to isolate myself, which is not a good thing, but I am trying to change that behavior. The dinner went well. We were threeContinue reading “DINNER WITH THREE BOKEN SOULS”

I once had the great privilege of being friends with a man named Arthur Paterson. He was the nicest old man you could ever meet. He had the weight of Santa Clause, a smile you could never forget, and a love for sweet tea. He would always call you “babe” or “superstar” or, in myContinue reading “WINTER SMILES”

It is hard to think that I will ever find the one for me at this point in my life. My heart tells me you’re out there. I patiently waiting for that unforgettable moment that we meet face to face. I picture you, of course beautiful, and with indescribable beauty that only I can see.Continue reading “A LETTER TO MY FUTURE WIFE”

The day starts as a normal day. Well, the normal I believed at the time. I was young, maybe thirteen, possibly fourteen, somewhere around then, and may have been even younger. So much has happened in my childhood, it’s hard sometimes to get the right time frame. I was heading to the kitchen, dad stillContinue reading “DAYS WITH DAD”

The bed is soft, the sheets are new, the comforter feels like heaven. Unfortunately, the man trying to sleep in it cannot enjoy its comfort. He tosses and turns. He flips the pillow. He turns on a fan hoping the air and sound will calm him. He gets up and reads, but his mind isContinue reading “SLEEP IS NOT HIS FRIEND”

        I went to the mall, which is big for me. I have bad social anxiety, and it makes it hard for me to go in large public places alone. My body tenses up, my heart races, my hands start to tremble, and dizzy spells intensify with every step. For some reason,Continue reading “INNOCENTS OF A CHILD”