Dont fall down now
You will never get up
Dont fall down now. . .
~ Everclear, ‘Strawberry
My problem is I always get up. That may cause some cognitive dissonance on the part of the reader. I mean, arent we supposed to keep getting up, to keep fighting, in my own words, to keep advocating until we are. . . . Continue reading
Alright, kids, confession time. I have been feeling incredibly sorry for myself recently.
Oddly enough, it was another person validating all I have been going through this year, telling me I’m not getting all worked up over nothing, that I have had it incredibly rough that snapped me out of my funk. This person was trying to help me, they said sometimes we all feel sorry for ourselves, we can’t help it.
This is absolutely true. And I have been dealing with — let’s just keep things short and say a whole lot of crap Continue reading
So it seems that this is my latest trigger for panic. Being online. My initial thought was that I took on too much too quickly, but even just cruising news stories, which I used to love to do, makes me want to swallow high doses of Xanax.
Still I blame PTSD. Does it make sense in any way? Not especially. Does anything about PTSD make sense in any way? Not lately, not in my life. Continue reading
When Ruby told me about this project, I have to admit I wasn’t very ready to jump in. It’s been a long time since I blogged. But the more we talked, and the more she explained to me about what she and Lulu were trying to do with this blog, the more my interest was piqued.
I don’t keep a blog anymore. I keep a journal, but that’s because I like to keep my thoughts as my own. Continue reading