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I’m in therapy again. Again again. This time I’m in ACT (Acceptance and Commitment Therapy). It’s an evidence based therapy that works well with depression and anxiety. A lot of mindfulness stuff and a lot of acceptance of life as it is. It isn’t really embracing the depression, as I first thought, it is more…
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I’m baaaack. All two of my followers are going to have to fight over who gets to be president of the fan club. 🙂 Today is my birthday. I hate birthdays. It isn’t the aging thing. Well, not entirely. As I get closer to 50, I’m even less excited about birthdays. Historically speaking, however, birthdays…
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Today I received something in the mail that was bubble wrapped. It’s been 14 years since I’ve been able to pop bubblewrap. I used to love it for stress relief. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Popopopop. When I adopted Max from the shelter, even as a puppy he was so afraid of loud noises he would…
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So I’ve come to that fork in the road. Ask my dad for help (which I’ve never, ever done) or stand by the interstate with a sign. Lol I actually settled on a happy medium; I created a gofundme campaign. It’s like the sign without as much of the direct, public shame and less likelihood…
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I’ve always heard that you should write what you know. Because historical romance novels were my jam back in the 90’s, I always figured I would go that route. Sweeping romances taking place in historically significant times. Heaving bosoms, throbbing manhoods, plagues, pirates, royalty…it all seemed so grand. It recently dawned on me that: a)…
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… Just need to choose a font.” ~Chuck Bartowski Do you ever feel like the minutiae get in the way of living? I’m a list maker. I make lists of lists. I used to have a book of lists. Seriously. But I wonder if I spend so much time making lists that I never actually find…
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Archie and I are adapting to it being just the two of us. When I’m gone, Archie misses Big Max the most. He’s positively frantic when I get home and I can hear him yowling as soon as the garage door opens. I haven’t decided if it’s separation anxiety or loneliness, but I know it wasn’t…
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I woke up today at 0545 and took my dog for a walk. I came home and didn’t immediately crawl back into bed. IT’S A MIRACLE! My mind is completely jumbled today; abstract thoughts racing around looking for a place to land. ugh! Okay, I’m down to my last Coke. Shit is getting real. I’ve been a…
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Depression isn’t a fun topic; in fact, admitting to depression is the best way to become a social pariah. If you don’t have depression, you don’t know what it’s like to have this soul-sucking darkness consume you (and I am, frankly, a little jealous of that). It’s hard to explain to someone what it feels…
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The Glitter and the Grief 