29 Little Pills

There are days when I think the depression is getting worse. Days when I have pretty much zero interest in doing anything. And to tell you the truth? It sucks. It’s bullshit. I know therapy is helping. I’m recognizing things about myself that have been eye opening and healing. But I don’t think it’s enough. [...] [...]

Five Months Later

Five months ago things were really, really bad. I was spent. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Devastated. For weeks after that horrifying weekend I wondered if I would ever be happy again. I wondered when it would stop hurting so much. I hoped it would be sooner than later. I was permanently altered in those moments in the [...] [...]

I’ve just needed a little time

So it seems I’ve hit a wall. I have lots of half written posts on tangible pieces of lined paper in notebooks here and there. They just need finished up. And the typed out. But they haven’t been. Life away from the computer has been more important. I’m going through another one of those sort [...] [...]

I Either Need Waterproof Mascara or a Therapist

I suppose it has just been one of those days. Or even just one of those weekends. Because when I think about it, I have cried at least once each of these past three days. I’m not sure what my problem is. But it isn’t very pretty. Maybe it’s some sort of hormonal imbalance. I [...] [...]

I’m shooting for not publishing anything that looks like a monkey may have sat down and typed it out

How the hell did it get to be November 1st already? I mean really, just over 60 days and the year is over? That’s crazy. This has been a ridiculous year for us. Starting out full of devastation and confusion. Becoming this amazing summer full of opportunities and growth. But fall is quickly tripping into [...] [...]