Tag Archives: depression

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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I feel… tired anxious sad helpless… done.

Did you ever notice that when you’re not doing well and it feels like the world is collapsing around you, something even worse happens and you just want to crawl into a hole and die? No? Just me? Okay. I’m … Continue reading

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misunderstood.

They will never truly understand me. They will never take me seriously. They will forever think I’m just looking for attention or blowing things out of proportion or that I’m dramatic or lazy or weak or all of the above. … Continue reading

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my assignment.

I had an appointment with my NP last week and she left me with an assignment. We talked about my parenting worries—specifically that I think I’m a terrible mom… and that my own mom was so much better. ‘How was … Continue reading

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guilt.

Guilt. I hear it’s a useless emotion. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. Constantly. No matter how good I feel… no matter how bad… how hopeless… how sad… how confused. No matter what I feel… the guilt is … Continue reading

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