Off the cuff.

Another night of weak sleep. It's a combination of things: guilt at snapping at my parents, distress over my daughter's problems, personal grief, pain and misery. On the bright side, my hips are fine. As in, they're still screwed but no worse than last year. Why then, the pain, the swelling, the vomiting? Referrals are …

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PTSD and bathroom renovations.

Depression ebbs and flows. You only believe its cyclical nature, however, when you’re trending up. When you’re sinking or at the bottom change seems like a pipe dream: black is all life will ever be. I’m trending up these days. Luckily, I have other issues: perhaps now isn’t the best time to renovate my en …

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