I feel like I can’t write when I’m happy. Like my ability to have something to say is contingent upon my being depressed or on the verge of a meltdown. Like y’all will not stick around to read if I start vomming rainbow unicorns all over the place. (Though, *I* would stay around to see…
Mental Health
Getting in the way of your own happiness
What do you do when you wish your life were different? I drink wine and eat rolos. I’m feeling the effects of PPA and our geographic isolation from friends and family tonight. Feeling it tremendously.I There was some sort of company dinner for Dan’s work tonight that required dressing up and eating free, delicious food…
Back to good
To say that I am at the end of my rope with absolutely everything lately might be the understatement of the century. I’ve officially reached the point where I cannot maintain focus on one activity for longer than about 20 minutes. After that point, I don’t remember what I was doing. Or I find myself…
I’m awake. And angry.
I logged on to Twitter today during my lunch period and found a link to an AOL News story floating around with the hashtag #AOLhurtsmomswithPPD. (That’s “AOL hurts moms with PPD” for you non-tweeters out there.) The link was to a story about Shaquan Duley, a South Carolina mother who was recently arrested for killing…
::sings:: I’ve got the funk. I don’t want the funk.
And I think I know why I have the funk. I have no motivation. None. Zero. Nada. Because I have no plans. No goals. Nothing to motivate me to DO anything about anything. Depressing, right? I am horribly fat. Or at least I feel horribly fat. None of my clothes fit right thanks to the…