Interacting with depression has consisted of repeated instances of me telling myself I don’t have depression followed by a series of pretty strong indications that, maybe, I do. It’s a long road to acceptance, even longer if you keep taking detours along the way. The denial stage of dealing with depression has been long and… Continue reading Pills, Pills, Pills (sung to the tune of Bills, Bills, Bills)
I never want to go to sleep. Inversely I also never want to wake up in the morning (okay, let's be honest, early afternoon). I could sleep all day, not straight through, I'm not a bear, which I guess don't truly hibernate, so maybe I am! I would take a few pee breaks and wake… Continue reading Sleep – an ongoing game of chicken with the universe
I recently decided to name my depression. His name is Hal, and he's a he because he's a dick. (Sorry fellas) We all know the first step is admitting you have a problem. The second, lesser-known step, is naming your problem. You can't name it something cute or elusive like GlumGlum or Sisyphezche. You have… Continue reading Say My Name, Say My Name.