As mentioned in another post, today has been a little bit better than yesterday. I am feeling heavy, emotionally, but less so. I was in Starbucks, when my phone rang. It was the Coumadin Clinic. The people who monitor my blood thickness. I have to have thin blood because of my heart valves. I checked … Continue reading Up and Down, and Up and Down
Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry…
Say that ten times fast. It's one of the tongue twisters those of us from the other side of the Atlantic learn as kids. A Lorry is a truck. (Luar-ee). That's sometimes how depression feels. Something you can't quite grasp. Like you're nearly able to comprehend, to get a hold of, but never completely. You … Continue reading Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry…
Quack Quack
So this morning is the best morning out of the last three. Not stellar by any means, but okay. The kids were fifteen minutes late for school. I'm starting to worry the school will call DCFS soon. I need to get on top of this soon. Or now. I woke at 06:30 without an alarm. … Continue reading Quack Quack
I’m totally positivo!
I’m going to try this again. Last week I attempted to write a positive post. Almost all my posts, maybe 95% or more, are negative. It’s mostly because I am severely clinically depressed. Even when I’m not depressed, I tend to have a dark sense of humor, and a dark outlook on things, even when … Continue reading I’m totally positivo!
Sneachta Bán
If you want to hang out, You've gotta take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, Get down on the ground, cocaine - Eric Clapton - Cocaine A friend of a friend of a friend showed me to you tonight... An Sneachta Bán, I tasted you before I felt you, Excited before the … Continue reading Sneachta Bán
Boy Girl
I am dressed like a teenaged boy again today. Baggy sweatpants, gym shoes, comfy hoodie (go Bulls), baseball (or should I say basketball) cap (go Bulls), and a backpack. Are people judging me? Yes. No. Maybe. Some are. Some aren't. Does it matter? Yes. No. Maybe. Should I care? Yes. No. Maybe. Am I … Continue reading Boy Girl
What a Fuckin’ Day? (Part I)
What a fucking day! I've called this part one. I'm sure I will have many more parts, assuming I haven't topped myself first that is. I sure have had part zero and several negative parts before today. What started off as a normal shitty day just got worse and worse. Mood wise anyway. I woke … Continue reading What a Fuckin’ Day? (Part I)
