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…
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
