I kind of like being manic. It’s kind of zen, in a really excited kind of way. I miss it when it’s gone, because it’s like I’m missing my enthusiasm. I often long for just a “little bit” of mania. Just enough to get me going through a day or two. Last day or two,
In our house, there are a few things that completely validate themselves. These things each get to be their own reason. For example, if I want bacon, I have bacon. If anyone asks, why, I say, “Because bacon.” This normally suffices for many things. Chocolate, bacon, boobs, and penis are the favorites lately. At some
While spending time with a friend, I saw her kids get into a friendly dispute over the use of something. Probably a toy, or snack. They both presented their logic, and seemed to go nowhere. Out of the blue, the daughter said, “I asked for it first. So there, ha!” He conceded the point, and
In the future, if I say I want a pet, please slap me. Or stab me with a fork. That works too. Don’t get me wrong, I love my cats. But they are crazy as shit, and I’m tired of bleeding. I have a slew of new wounds today, because our older cat Lavinius thinks
Jenny and I have long since given up on me remembering everything. Hell, it’s one of the reasons I’m writing this blog. My memory is shit! I’ve been known to forget people, places, even activities. I’m notorious for being mercurial and sometimes unreliable. It has always just been part of the package that is “Rory.”
^That is the number one search term that brings people to my page. If you are reading this because you want an answer to that question, then here you go. Stop reading this post and call someone. If you don’t know who to call, let’s start with 911. If you think you are a current
Hehehe. Having trouble, are we? You can’t type. You can’t read. You can’t understand simple instructions. Every sound makes you want to cry, so you put on headphones and listen to loud music. Cause that makes sense. Idiot. You can’t understand the kids, because you can’t empathize with their problems. You are a terrible parent.
As of today, it has been 6 months since the last time I intentionally hurt myself. I was admitted to the hospital on July 24th, after cutting myself several times on July 23rd. It’s a bit surreal. I hurt myself on and off for a long ass time. It’s weird to look at my arms,
Today is the blog’s one year anniversary. I’m kind of proud of that. It’s hard to keep going with things like this, but I think I have finally hit a bit of a stride. Yay! Otherwise, fuck off. Not you, I mean my depression. Yesterday I spent a good bit of the day disconnected. It
There are a lot of stereotypes and incorrect ideas of what Depression really is. This is by no means a comprehensive list, but it’s something to think about. There is this common belief that people have to meet “all the requirements” of Depression to be depressed. This just isn’t true. The commonly accepted symptoms of
