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
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…
