Tag Archives: anxiety

what do I love?

I need something in my life. Something that I enjoy. Something to drown myself in. Something I’m passionate about. I feel like the poster-child (although not a child) for depression. “Have you lost interest in things you once loved?” Why … Continue reading

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revelation. I had one. or two.

I originally titled this post “something is wrong with me” but that’s so damn obvious I thought better of it. However, I do think I am messed up because I had an MRI yesterday, and I now want to have … Continue reading

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I’m back…

I’m not going to add “…and better than ever” (that’s a thing people say, right?) because that would be a lie But I’m here. And maybe it’ll stick this time. I’ve been trying to get back to my blog for … Continue reading

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why I hate myself.

I debated whether or not posting this was a good idea. I came to the conclusion that it is a bad idea. But here I am. Yeah. That’s not actually me. But it doesn’t matter. And now I shall tell … Continue reading

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what is happy?

I made a new friend. Here, I mean. Not offline. If you thought that, you give me way too much credit. Hell, I can’t even take credit for this new friend. He found me. And he talked to me. Yeah, … Continue reading

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maybe you really like me.

… or you really like that I’m miserable. I will explain. (Sorry.) You know how I always worry about posting my personal struggles because I’m overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment over it? You know how I worry that those posts … Continue reading

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she fuckin’ hates me.

My daughter hates me. This has been the case for well over a year. Maybe two years. Maybe longer. I can’t even remember. (And the last year and a half kind of melted into one big lump of crap, so … Continue reading

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realizations.

I think too much. I guess sometimes that’s good… like when I’m trying to solve complex math equations. But it’s also bad… like when I’m not trying to solve complex math equations. I’m incapable of living in the moment which, … Continue reading

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