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
A bright room, shared with someone I love. A dark hole, a vast emptiness. A comfortable bed, just enough pillows. A hole, deep and bare. A nice moment, companionship with my love. Terror abounds, I’m more alone than I’ve ever imagined. Leisure time. A punishment most vicious. I watch her at peace, as I crawl
Everyone says things that add up to “good parents let their kids win games” and shit like that. Here’s the thing, though: Somebody has to teach them how to lose, and it shouldn’t be some jackass kid. Last night I played Magic: the Gathering with the Boy for the new series I’m writing for GeekDad
So, work for the season hasn’t picked back up. My boss took Christmas off, and gave us all a holiday. Fun. I had expected to be working yesterday, so when I realized I had the day off (I never thought I’d be sick of days off…), I decided to work on the wedding invitations. I
