It was around this time last year that I had my own version of a nervous breakdown and ended up in the hospital. It was far from being a pleasant time in my life. As I write this now, I’m know I’m in the middle of a depression. It feels a lot like the flu
This week has low-key been the worst. As I wrote that, I realized that it’s only Wednesday. Now I want to crawl into a hole and die. The general consensus among my friends has been the full moon which I think arrives tonight. Mercury is out of retrograde so I can’t blame that. I don’t,
At any given point in time, I am a walking anxiety potato and this week seems to be no exception. After bouncing back from a really bad depressive episode a few weeks ago, I went back into life in full force with a newfound vigor and stupidity. I published a book, got back on track
The posting was a simple one but in reality it said a lot, “Depression is an evil nasty little bitch and I absolutely refuse to let it win. If I’m being honest, it’s got a pretty good lead on me right now.” It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in the parking lot at
I was completely prepared to write something thoughtful for this evening’s post but out of left field my brain decided it was time for an anxiety attack. As my brain and I are clearly not getting along at the moment, I’m going to go ahead and make dinner and go to bed. I found an
Avoiding Neverland 