I didn’t love my therapy appointment this week. I felt absent. I didn’t talk about what was bothering me except in the most sideways of fashions. I got there after discussing everything and everything else. A side note as I was leaving. “By the way, I think my depression is getting worse.” Except, I think I was mistaken. I’m depressed, it’s true, but that’s not … Continue reading Why did I react so strongly?
Compliance. A noun. The practice of obeying rules or requests of those in authority. To comply. The verb. To obey the rule or request. Compliant. The adjective. The quality of being too willing to obey the rules or agree to requests in hopes that it will get you the desired result. It won’t and if it does, you’ll hate what you get anyhow. “Compliantly” would … Continue reading Should we talk about compliance?
Life’s interesting. It’s also the only game in town. I wonder if that’s why we’re committed to liking it: there are no other options. You can’t request a transfer to life, section seven if you feel this one isn’t working out. God should’ve checked in with universities on scheduling and course layout. If life was a television show, the reviews would include words like “torturous,” … Continue reading What if Indy couldn’t run?
I’m not sleeping well lately, though no existential search is required. It’s not even the “mother with cancer” thing. It’s simply pain. It rarely stops now, and though it’s not as sob-inducing as my neuralgia, it’s not insignificant. My new, new surgeon is investigating a suggestion by my new, now former surgeon. All roads lead to surgery, it seems. Only a few weeks wait for … Continue reading Don’t overdo it.
From Famine to Feast. 