Tag Archives: depression

blame.

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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sleep.

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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how my sunday went.

Sunday morning I woke up early. No one was awake yet. I didn’t get out of bed, though. I just stayed there. Staring at the ceiling. I started to feel anxious… and a little sick. I tried to close my … Continue reading

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hopes, fears, and guilt.

For some reason… oh, you know, my whole life… and just aging in general, I’ve been feeling more lost than usual since my birthday last month. But it’s all me. It’s not you… it’s me. [Yeah, I really did just type … Continue reading

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uncertain.

I’ve seen a lot of talk lately about blogging breaks. Maybe it’s the time of year… maybe it’s just coincidence. I don’t know… and it doesn’t matter. But I do have a point, I promise. I have been trying to … Continue reading

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out of sight.

Out of mind? I miss having friends.  I miss being part of something.  I miss writing. I miss good moods and good days. I miss ideas and inspiration. I miss drive and purpose. I miss being loved. I miss when … Continue reading

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disappearing act.

Wouldn’t it be great if after disappearing for almost a week, I came back and told you that life is good? That my mood has lifted… my kids are having loads of summer break fun and are getting along famously… … Continue reading

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