COVID-19

April 05, 2020 by Dixie Perkinson in life

Hey there. I’m back. What did I miss? A global pandemic? Oh, right. I’m experiencing that too. I can’t stop eating. I can’t stop scrolling. I can’t stop being sad. I don’t know why quarantining is hitting me so hard. I’m use to being alone but only on my terms. The biggest lesson I learned from my wounded childhood is that it’s always better to be self-contained. Stick to yourself. Don’t invite anyone in. That’s how someone will hurt you. But this type of isolation? This is paralyzing.

I'm Back

July 28, 2019 by Dixie Perkinson in life

Oh hey. Yeah, I know…it’s been awhile. I decided to wean off my antidepressants this month. I’ve been on Lexapro and Wellbutrin for five years now and have concluded that it’s time to cut the glorious chord of happy pills. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge advocate for these types of medications. Antidepressants aided me to get sober, mourn the absence of my mother, and basically helped me…be normal. It’s hard to put in words why I want to come off these drugs. It’s more of my gut’s desire. A notion that my mind is ready and even craves to heal itself. So I’ve been taking it easy. Hence, no recent prunes. But I think I’m ready to be back. Honestly, I’ve missed….us. Have you?

The Truth Shall Set You Free

February 24, 2019 by Dixie Perkinson in life

“The Truth Shall Set You Free”

I’ve always liked this phrase. I’ve heard it countless times from movies, The Oprah Show, and everyday conversations. Although, I didn’t realize this was a quote from The Bible. (I was born and raised atheist. Now I’m LA spiritual meaning: I own a yoga mat, a few crystals, and I look at the moon more). I didn’t buy a Bible, but I did look it up on the all-knowing google and discovered it’s meaning. So, truth (being Christianity) shall set you free. (Free of sin and misery and all that icky stuff). Okay. Cool. But is there a secular version of this that I can take and run with?

Am I a Masochist?

January 20, 2019 by Dixie Perkinson in life

Before I dive back into writing about my childhood and actively work on my book, I want to discuss why I’m doing this in the first place. No. Seriously. Why am I putting myself in this torturous position? It’s so hard. I’m dying! Send help! Or if you’re from my hometown, send a King Cake. I know it’s Mardi Gras season, ya’ll…