I’ve been doing a lot of research on depression lately. A recent article in Women’s Health laid it out on the line: 22%— the average risk of a woman to develop depression 40%— how much risk a woman has of developing depression if one parent has it Both of my parents suffer from depression. 80+22 = 102% <—- my risk The same article offered advice in the way of...
First Tumblr meet-up: me and goodtimesgoddess
Tonight, after an encouraging exchange and making arrangements here on Tumblr, Amanda (goodtimesgoddess) and I met up for dinner at the Mercury Burger Bar. She is a delight— brilliant sense of humour, good storyteller, empathetic listener. What I like about her the most is that fact that she completely owns herself— she is who she is and she sticks to it. She brought with her one of...
long days/starry nights/ travelling, alone (part...
Yesterday was very odd. After two nights of almost no sleep, I slept away Wednesday morning. I woke up with a start in the middle of the afternoon with a runny nose and a headache. I took a quick shower, ate a light breakfast and left the house after finding the internet wasn’t working properly. I went to Barnes and Noble to get work done, but I found I still couldn’t focus on...
AS YOUR BLACK HAIR BLOWS AND THE SUN SETS BEHIND THE TREES; One of these days, I will get another opportunity to tell you how I really feel. I’m confident that the Lord will hear me out on this one, and give me another shot at you, alone, sitting in the grass while you take off your cleats. Surely Jehovah will give me another chance to open up my mouth and let the things my cowardice holds...
this weekend was:
drinks, dancing, Hindi class and studying with Lonie crying in my room in my underwear while listening to The Smiths at two in the morning early meetings at the Hall and long afternoon naps soccer on Sal Paradise’s team that old feeling of chills returning as he said my name driving around dancing to Daft Punk fast food salads and long phone calls behind the wheel waking up...
It’s funny that they don’t make pink slips anymore, and that they don’t call them “letters of termination” anymore either. They call it a “separation” form… as though you and your job were married. My bosses fired me as their secretary yesterday. I wasn’t blindsided. I knew it was coming. They both assured me of their fondness of me, and that...
Me gustaría que puedo rescatar tu de tu angustia. Finalmente me di cuenta de el terrible golpe que te hace tambalear esta manera. He dado cuenta de lo insensible yo había sido y se sintió herido en mi corazón. Me siento impotente. Anhelo el día en que yo no anhelan para ti nunca más.Cinco años desde que te conocí. Dos años desde que te conocí una vez más. 18 meses de este no solicitada...
My heart, my mind, are both full of you. I beg God constantly to rid me of these feelings, to restore to me the light now lost. But without the anguish, I feel adrift. I feel empty. I try to wipe every recollection of you from my mind. But the ache of you remains. All who know me can feel that I have lost something precious to me. I hardly know I am alive anymore.
Why did he lie to me? What’s up with de-adding me on FB? It’s not even like that. All I was trying to do was meet new people. I had no intentions towards him whatsoever. I’m not sure what happened just now.
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This has been one of those weeks where other people have been getting on my nerves and I’m fresh out of “masquerade”.
Optimism is joyful searching; pessimism is a prison of fear. Optimism is...– —Kathleen Brehony Therefore, I will continue to focus on all of the mercies and joys in my life, however small… because this year I have vowed to live without fear and with an open mind and heart.
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AWAKEN YOUR SPIRIT.
Yesterday was one of those days where you realize why God created beer: to help you forget. I wish I knew why I constantly feel like I am in a haze. Reality isn’t the same for me as it is for other people. I feel like I’m constantly being drowned out of reality by a tsunami of dreams. I can’t seem to focus on anything anymore, and it’s hurting me at work. Even though...
I'm tired of being lonely.
bad food is not a treat. it is a punishment.
Last night, I decided to have a last hurrah of bad eating with a cheeseburger, hot wings, french fries and nachos at a local dive bar. I’m paying my dues by sitting on the toilet at 4:30 in the morning. Junk food is not a treat. It is a punishment. I’m starting my vegetarian diet this morning .
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