I feel emotionally hung over after all the writing and pondering I did yesterday, but the drunken haze is starting to lift and like some of my hard-partying college days, I'm ready for another night on the town. Talking about my struggles is hard, but once I start, I feel this relentless urge to keep … Continue reading Pocket of Pain
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I Need Meds Again
I went to see my amazing therapist today. The following conversation pretty much says it all. Her: What's going on with your medication these days? Me: I haven't been on any all summer, and overall I think I'm doing well. Her: Yes, I agree you seem to be doing well. I only ask because, well, … Continue reading I Need Meds Again
Stuff I Screw Up
Gil: Did you soak my meat thermometer? Me: Yes Gil: Seriously? My meat thermometer has been sitting in dishwater overnight? Are you freaking kidding me? Me: Yes, and no I'm not joking. I'm sorry. Add it to the list of my weekly fuck-ups. Are you done? He slams the door. This is how my entire … Continue reading Stuff I Screw Up
Grief Happens 