Content warning: In this post, I will be discussing suicidal ideation and attempts in the abstract. However, if these are topics that are triggering to you at this point, feel free to skip this post. If you are in crisis, there are several crisis line options on my resources page, or call the Suicide Hotline … Continue reading Thoughts on thoughts
A couple of weeks ago, I shared about my “itchies,” which have followed me over the years. In that post, and in a couple of other posts I’ve written in the past, I’ve also made reference to my history with picking (for example, in my first post and my first “Victories” post). Picking has often … Continue reading Scratching the Surface
I had started another entry for this week, which will probably be published next week, because something else came up that I really wanted to share, and sooner rather than later. On Tuesday afternoon, I had a fairly routine appointment with my doctor. As I’m sure has been fairly obvious to my readers, I’ve been … Continue reading On Meds, or Off?
As we were saying our family prayers this Thursday evening, I looked down and saw some sort of bug on my leg. I’m guessing a flying insect of some sort had wriggled it’s way in through a screen, or had come in with us earlier in the evening. However it came in, it was sitting … Continue reading Itching for Growth
This week, in a very circuitous session with my therapist, our discussion ranged from what I did last weekend to what my friends group looks like, and have looked like in the past. To be honest, high school and college I socialized with far more people than I do now, but even then, my “close” … Continue reading Staying Busy and Relaxing
“I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink” -John Lennon/Paul McCartney I’m tired. Two … Continue reading When Sleep is a Problem
“We ought to take outdoor walks, to refresh and raise our spirits by deep breathing in the open air.” — Seneca At my first appointment with my therapist, she ended the session by giving me a few basic self-care practices to start working on. I had just started back on my antidepressants, after realizing that … Continue reading Walking Is Medicine
I could tell you that the beginning of this journey was a stormy night, March 2, 1981 at Kaiser Zion hospital, San Diego. It wouldn't be a lie; that is when I was born, and there's a good chance I was genetically predisposed to clinical depression from day one. But, even if the seeds of … Continue reading The Beginning
Writing Out My Storms 