Pills, Pills, Pills (sung to the tune of Bills, Bills, Bills)

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)

Sleep – an ongoing game of chicken with the universe

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