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. [...] [...]

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 need.

I’m in that funk again. I’m having a hard time producing anything worthwhile. I feel blah, out of sorts, diminished. I need to snap out of it. I need to get some quality sleep. I need time to hold G-tot in the morning and not feel rushed out the door. I need to be able [...] [...]