If you haven’t seen his new post, check it out. There are just days when I struggle. Last night, I had some serious anxiety, and I can’t explain it, because I don’t have the words. My dad is hurting, I’m hurting, and generally, everything isn’t okay right now. I was feeling really down, and a friend
Yesterday was a ball of interesting. While going through my friends’ list on Facebook, I realized I hadn’t heard from a friend in a while. I looked her up, and found out that she committed suicide. The last time I talked to her, I had encouraged her to seek help, and then she stopped responding.
Maybe in reference to yesterday’s post, my brain went a little hay-wire while trying to sleep last night. It was quite the adventure along the way, so I thought I’d do what I do best: Talk about it until my brain stops bugging me. Here’s my effort. It started out pretty well. I had some…
Not long after I posted this morning, The Bloggess herself shared an amazing post called Strange and Beautiful. Totally worth the read. Made me cry. Check out the comments, there’s a lot of good there. Anyway, I love you all.
One morning last year, while adjusting to new medications, I had a pretty bad episode. It started with a series of nightmares. To be sure, I always have terrible fucking nightmares. The kind that literally leave me screaming when I wake up, and the kind that make me feel weak and powerless. But there are
As a person with Depression, I’ve benefited from every one of these statements at one point or another. There is no “right” answer. It doesn’t exist. People who try to help are doing just that. Trying. If you reach out to someone and their comments aren’t helpful, talk to them about what is helpful. Jenny and I have
I didn’t write a real post. Blame Jenny Lawson. She’s giving me crazy ideas and stuff. Anyway, have a half-assed post. Came across this on my Facebook feed. I needed to hear it. I thought I’d share it. I’m not feeling too well right now, so I’m sorry this is a shitty post. I hope
An annoying thing about treatment? Sanity. Let me be clear: I am not going to stop seeking treatment. I am not going off my meds. I just wish I could get the best of both worlds. I have seen some gorgeous things in my time. People, scenery, flowers, trees, animals, whatever. I’ve seen majesty. I’ve
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There’s this battle going on in my house. It’s pretty hilarious. I can’t stand the smell of dairy products. Cheese, milk, whatever. Most of it smells dead, or worse. Even ice cream gives me a hard time sometimes, depending on how much it smells like dairy. Whenever someone in the house has cheese, my stomach
