So, here is my second in a new series of responses to internet memes dealing with mental health. Enjoy: So, living with anxiety is something a lot of people with mental health issues have to deal with. For most, it fits into the normal routine. For a small percentage of us, we live our days
Looking back at my time just before going to the hospital recently, I have drawn some interesting conclusions. 1) I’m not the person I always thought I’d be. I’m this sad, dejected version of the man I wanted to become. I’m a scarred, weeping, parody of masculinity in a world that still defines a person
Sometimes I try to explain what it means to have PTSD. This is rare. It is very difficult to talk about, but I’ve had a stroke of insight into myself, and thought I’d share. Think about your dreams. Sometimes we dream about the people we love doing something terrible. Someone once woke up and immediately
I just hit my six month anniversary for this blog, and completely forgot about it. I have had some amazing things going on. I’ve been exploring some …intimate details of myself with Jenny, and it’s been really interesting. First of all, as some of you may know, I have always had some serious intimacy problems.
Found a great post while drooling over Facebook. Dear Son, Many good points, and healthy attitudes abound. Thought I’d share.
Sometimes I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I just get happy, sad, excited, whatever. Other times, I screw up, and do something dumb. Like drink 8 cups of English teas. Eight. What on Earth was I thinking? Oya, I was thinking, “Gosh, this tea is excellent. I can’t believe Mormons don’t
Sitting here, crying my eyes out, I wonder why I haven’t killed myself. I have dreamt, wished and planned. I have tried. But I’ve never succeeded, thankfully. But it occurs to me: Why am I not dead yet? It struck me today; I participate in the slowest, most painful form of suicide possible. Living. I
Of all the times in a person’s life, holidays like Mother’s Day are supposed to be special. These days are meant to be days of joy, and celebrating someone who gave you so much, that it kills you to think about losing them. Mother’s Day is not like that for me. Not one lick. Mother’s
Headed out to legoland this morning! Just wish it wasn’t so darn humid!
There’s this thing. It’s called getting sick. I hate it. For whatever reason (allergies, bug going around) I have been sick for ages. I’m so over it. Allow me to wallow: FIT FIT FIT FIT FIT. There. I’m done. Hopefully I will be feeling better before my first trip to California (this year). I leave
