Wednesday, December 25, 2019
Christmas Z’s
Monday, December 23, 2019
Santa, Baby
Friday, December 20, 2019
Last Place
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
The Smaller Side Of Mental Health
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
The Most Horrible Time Of The Year
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Beware Of Resident: She Bites
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Kindness Is Contagious
Monday, December 9, 2019
It’s A No From Me
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Stress Mess
Thursday, October 24, 2019
Halloween Horrors
Friday, October 4, 2019
Passing Up, Or Passing On?
Backstory:
Growing up, my neighbourhood had a thing during October that was an absolute blast. You’d hear a knock on the door, but when you opened up, you’d find a treat, a picture of a ghost, and instructions. You were to put the picture in your window to mark that you’d been “had,” and drop treats at 2 other neighbours in the same way.
This is the most basic way things are spread. You have the opportunity every single day to pass along a simple kindness. With social media, you don’t even have to leave your house.
You never know how far your kindness can go. A compliment, a greeting, holding the door for someone. Nothing is ever too small.
Now, I know country music isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but this song is everything I’m trying to express here...
Monday, September 9, 2019
Life Is Good
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Coming Up Roses
Monday, August 5, 2019
Umm...
Sunday, August 4, 2019
I Present: My Life
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
Inconvenient
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Insignificant
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
Second Child
Second best.
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
New Beginnings
Friday, May 31, 2019
Up, Down, Inside Out
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Memorials
War has been going on since the beginning. Invasions, power struggles, retaliations, and other unknown reasons. No matter the reason, it leaves more than just physical scars.
Thursday, May 23, 2019
No More
Narcissistic Personality Disorder affects between 0.5-1% of the population. 50-75% of those are men. Sounds relatively minimal, right? Wrong. Those percentages are only those who have been properly diagnosed. My father, like SO many others, have not been properly diagnosed. But then, why should he go to a psychiatrist? There's nothing wrong with him. I'm the one with problems, just ask him.
Yet another thing he refuses to believe is that he is a hoarder. His father was a hoarder, so you'd think that seeing his filth and having to clean it up would have clicked in his brain that he shouldn't do things like keep the broken ice maker from the fridge that hasn't even been inside the freezer in around ten years.
Five to fourteen million (nice and specific, huh?). That's how many people are compulsive hoarders in America. But again... he's not diagnosed because he sees no problem (that's the narcissism talking).
Then there's this.
I won't even get in to that.
But I am one hundred percent done with his crap. I have applied for a job that will allow me to move out. Here's hoping I get it and that it works out!
Side note: Did anyone get the Doctor Who reference, or am I just a lone geek?
Sunday, May 19, 2019
Not Built For This
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Weak
Saturday, April 20, 2019
The Best Medicine
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
My Life, Ladies and Gents
Friday, April 12, 2019
Some Thoughts
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Maybe...?
I've been noticing changes lately. I: joined a gym, went to get a new cell, went to get a new key, and even did the thing I have avoided since the day I got a driver's license (going through a drive-thru). I did all these things BY MYSELF, which has been impossible for the last several years.
Granted, I haven't spent much time doing any of these things, but I did them. I got out of bed, got dressed, left the house, got into my car, drove there, went inside, and actually spoke to people. Side note: I'm seriously freaking myself out just thinking about this. Although, my hearing aids have come in handy when I don't want to talk. It's actually kind of funny that most people just assume I'm deaf when they see the wires.
Random subject change in 3... 2... 1...
I would like to thank Stephanie for helping me out with learning how to sign and figure out how to do the actual video. This is happening, people! I'll let you know when the video is up. It'll be a while, but it'll get done.
Short post today. Thank you for your attention. You may now forget this and continue with your day.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Aspirations
Monday, March 25, 2019
Explosion Imminent
Friday, March 15, 2019
Yay...
Friday, February 22, 2019
The Narcissist
Friday, January 11, 2019
Unwell
So my meds were changed a month ago. Things have been looking up, especially when my dose was doubled. I've been feeling pretty good for a couple weeks now. That is, until about two days ago.
I crashed. Big time. I lost most of my energy, desire to do anything, and I've gotten pretty quiet. Frankly, I don't understand it. You can call it typical for someone with rapid cycling, but I literally went to bed one night as manic as could be, and woke up the next morning in this funk. Not my usual switch. Typically I'm up and down hour by hour.
My counselor is independent, not with a clinic. Her schedule is packed, so I can't see her as often as I'd like. She seems to think I'm doing alright. I'm not convinced at the moment. I do, however, have a good friend I can email. She says I can email her any time I need to. It's not quite like actually talking, but seeing as how she lives in England and the seven hour time difference... Makes things difficult. But she knows exactly how I feel and has been through a lot of what I've gone through. I hope everyone has a friend that they can talk to like that.
I got distracted...
My point tonight is that I really don't feel well. The last thing I need is to watch a high intensity movie, but my dad wanted to watch something and he likes maybe three movies and guess what he wanted to watch... "White House Down." You don't get much more high intensity than that. I'm tempted to simply take my meds that knock me out and go to bed early.
Here's to a better tomorrow.