Tag Archives: depression

fucked up fresh start.

When I started blogging, I wanted my online persona to be me, but different. It was my chance to start fresh. My chance to not be known as Sandra, the depressed chick. No one would have any preconceived notions about me. … Continue reading

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I’m here… but…

This post has been in my draft folder since the 14th of December. I just haven’t felt like I was good enough to be around anyone… even online. But then I was isolated and I felt worse. Thank you to … Continue reading

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holiday busyness.

I have been busy. I blame Christmas. Or I credit Christmas, depending on my perspective at any given moment. I’m tired. I feel stressed… burnt out. But I don’t feel hopelessly bored and scared and useless. Well, not entirely, anyway. It feels like … Continue reading

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In search of the elusive ‘solution‘ to the crushing feelings of sadness that creep up on me daily, I seem to have fallen into my own special fucked-up coping mechanism. Something unhealthy. You see, I have not wanted to admit … Continue reading

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emotional tagging.

I try to always tag my posts appropriately so they can be found easily by anyone looking for a specific topic. I assume that is how some people find this blog. I don’t think there is an ‘official‘ way to … Continue reading

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Why is it so hard for me to believe that everything’s not my fault? I try to tell myself that’s not true, but I don’t believe me. What takes over is… something else. Everything wrong in every part of my … Continue reading

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I think I’m doing it wrong. I know I should try going to sleep earlier so I can get one solid reasonably-long block of sleep. But it just doesn’t happen. Edited to add: This is not because I can’t sleep. … Continue reading

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writer’s death.

I don’t write anymore and I hate it. I used to look forward to having time to sit down with my laptop and write to my heart’s content. Fiction, poetry, and whatever else came to mind. But that is no … Continue reading

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