I got stuck. It didn’t happen all at once, but the end result is the same. I exist almost exclusively inside of a 10 foot sphere of space. My agoraphobia seems to have reached it’s ultimate potential. Some days it isn’t so bad. But even those days take monumental effort. Like walking uphill through molasses. … Continue reading Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving
I’m bored. Painfully, excruciatingly bored. I took my medicine, I’m not anxious, I’m not actively avoiding anything. I’m simply bored. I have at least an hour before the kiddo will get back from his friend's house, and The Hub and The Sub are still asleep. I have nothing I have to do or need to … Continue reading The Function of Boredom
In the next few months, I am finally moving out of my childhood home, a place that has always been the source of very complicated and painful feelings for me. I haven't tried my hand at poetry for a long time, but this felt like a good time to try again. This cage has … Continue reading Almost Free
"Some people when they have taken too much and have been driven beyond the point of endurance, simply crumble and give up. There are others, though they are not many, who will for some reason always be unconquerable. You meet them in time of war and also in time of peace. They have an … Continue reading Quote of the Day: Roald Dahl
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/unhappy This is incredibly well put. I'm normally not much for comics, but this is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I'm not happy. I'm fascinated by existence and consciousness and philosophy. It is both Heaven and Hell. And I wouldn't have it any other way. An Anonymous Outsider
You out this so perfectly. I'm so glad I found your blog!
This is a topic I have battled over and over, as my husband and I always wanted a second child and I now do not feel that I am fit to have more. This really helped me feel less alone in that mental battle. Thank you.
After reading a terrific article by Therese J. Borchard on PsychCentral entitled Should You Have Kids If You’re Depressed?, I was inspired to write a comment. The comment grew so long that I made it into a post:
I have three adult children. My first child was born when I was eighteen. My problem wasn’t just depression, it was psychosis.
Back in 1967 when I was fourteen years old, I had a mental breakdown after living through a series of extreme childhood traumas. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder did not become an official psychiatric diagnosis until 1980, so I was diagnosed with acute schizophrenia instead. My abusive mother then jumped at the chance to get rid of me by putting me in a state mental institution — against my doctor’s advice and despite the fact that my behavior was never out of control or threatening in any way.
The asylum where I spent…
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As someone who still lives in the home I was abused in. I applaud your bravery. You have courage beyond words.
Right now my husband and his son are driving out of state to attend my husband’s granddaughter’s wedding. My stepson is the father of the bride. Due to a lot of hard feelings since his divorce, he is very nervous about how he will be treated.
There has been wrong on both sides, as there usually is in situations like this. Still, we love our kids unconditionally, and as his stepmom I wanted to be there for him to show my moral support, alongside my husband.
I was planning to go. I bought a pretty new dress and was trying very hard to look forward to the occasion. But two days ago I got sick. I’m feeling a little better now, but I’m still not up to going anywhere and being around people. So I stayed home.
It feels like a sinus infection. But whatever it is, I believe my…
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It isn’t fun. It isn’t fake. It isn’t a show. It’s messy mascara lines and snot. It’s not remembering what happened 5 minutes ago. It’s losing loving memories with your fiancé. It’s waking up in a random man’s bed and making your way to the hospital at 1 am to make sure you didn’t sustain […]
I initially wrote this as a combination of a journal entry and a letter to the sub and the sailor (the sub’s girlfriend and my submissive-esque person – we are still defining it). I am editing it to both redact names and such, as well as adding more information because I think it needs to … Continue reading Through The Ghost