So, I have the extreme pleasure of getting teeth pulled this morning. I know I haven’t posted much this last week, but I’m warning you now, that it may be a few days before I am able to post again. I plan on being knocked out until I can chew again. That being said:
Not up to snuff. Had to deal with several unpleasant situations, but having some good times, by force. I don’t know what’s up. Maybe I’m entering another phase of med side effects. Who knows. I just want you all to know I’m okay, and I’ll be around, even if I don’t post every day. ~Love~
So, I’ve been working on my coping skills. Sometimes, you have to do something different for a little while, and let your other coping skills have a break. This is because not everything works in every situation, and some coping skills get worn out. My newest endeavor is playing the mandolin. Now, I’m sure I’m
So, we all know mental illness sucks. It sucks big time. But what do you do when you aren’t sure if you have mental illness? It’s a simple answer, with not so simple results. See a mental health professional. One with gobs of experience, preferably. This isn’t a scam to get you to spend money.
Recently a friend of mine asked me about depression. We talked about all the precursors, symptoms, and long term effects a person may have to deal with, when faced with depression. One particular comment caused concern for me. He told me I was the only expert on depression and mental illness that he knew. Here’s
I’m sick. I’m not writing today. So, check out a video that touched me recently:
So, I sit here shaking and on the brink of tears. I can’t tell you why I’m so afraid. I can’t tell you what will happen in ten minutes. I can’t tell anyone what this feels like. Not really, because there’s no way for me to know. From a scientific position, this is a really
With all the vivid dreaming I am privy to, I get to see whole chapters of my life laid out in a whole new light. Sometimes this is good, but sometimes it’s bad as well. Mostly, I remember things long since forgotten, and I can’t forget these things again. Don’t get me wrong, I love
So, most of the side effects have worn off. I’m not waking up in the middle of the night with weirdly vivid dreams. I’m actually able to recall the words I want to use. Best part? I can type again! (Jenny can have an editing break, I think!) But this still isn’t over. I’m still
A good part of what helps me understand Rory and where he is coming from is my own natural tendency to empathize, and I pay close attention to him because I love him so much. But another good part is due to my own experiences with mental illness. Though mild by comparison, everyone’s experience with
