I’m planning a garage sale. For real this time. It had better be for real – half the garage is already full of crap – sorry, gently used treasures – looking for a new home. Do I have to provide shopping bags or wrapping for breakables? Do I have to make change? It’s been a long time since I’ve had a garage sale, mostly because … Continue reading Things you’ll see at the garage sale, kitchen edition.
I’m not a hypochondriac. Much. I can exaggerate a pulled muscle with the best of them, but I draw the line at hitting up doctors with my exaggerated sense of injury. This makes me a good consumer of medical resources. That being said, I also don’t pursue medical help when I should. Also a problem. You’d think I’d have learned after one round of IV … Continue reading I Don’t Have ADHD, but I Am Suggestible.
I think things are turning around. Where have we heard that before? Not much has changed on the face of things. I still wake to intrusive and unpleasant thoughts, and what a joy that is. I’m still fragile – everything set’s me off. But there’s been a disturbance in the force, and it’s good. I hate telling people things are starting to improve. I get … Continue reading Staggering back to normal – a depression joint.
I’m not writing much these days beyond keyboard warrior entries on Twitter. A level of rage helps there and depression keeps my angry close to the surface. It’s good that depression combines anger with a diminished ability to control oneself. I enjoy the way I blow up my life when I’m depressed. But I miss writing. I miss having a routine. I miss feeling like … Continue reading Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.
From Famine to Feast 