The other day when I posted this blog about how horrible I was feeling, I felt slightly better after writing it. However, slightly isn’t enough to get out of a deep, dark funk. That same day, I had also taken my monthly B-12 shot, which usually helps with energy if nothing more, but it takes … Continue reading Depression and B-12 Deficiency
I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Not joking. The amount of stress I’m feeling today and prior to today is really wearing on me. This morning I spent 3 1/2 hours trying to fix things that shouldn’t be broken, things that I didn’t break, instead of doing something that makes me feel better. And … Continue reading About to Lose My Mind – Depression, Anxiety, and I hate everything
Good Lord above. I watched an episode of Dr. Oz about vaginas. They explained how a woman’s vagina in their 20’s and 30’s is still in good shape. But in your 40s, it becomes dry and fragile and useless. What. The. Frig. I think my vagina works just fine. I mean, not that I put … Continue reading After 40, a vagina is worthless?
I haven’t been writing much. I’ve been thinking about writing a lot lately, but just haven’t gotten around to doing it. I really need to force myself to do it, since it’s basically a form of therapy and a release of toxins in my brain. But I did another brain dump in May and never … Continue reading Life After a Hysteroscopy
I’ve been meaning to sit down and write a lot more lately, but I’ve had some issues to deal with before I have allowed myself to actually sit. I started redecorating my place after my landlord did some improvements to my bathroom, so for two or three weeks I was painting and cleaning and getting … Continue reading Spring Cleaning My Mind
Lately I feel as if I’ve been stuck in my head, wanting to be alone, not really feeling sociable. I have a lot of things going on, a lot on my mind. Just started another new job that I’m unsure about already, been dealing with medical issues that I’m also unsure what the outcome will … Continue reading Stuck in My Head – March Brain Dump
It seems like they all come out of the woodwork at once. Besides constantly seeing my ex husband with his fiancé all over town, I keep running into these douchebags. Since my last post, Frat Boy returned my robe, but not before harassing the shit out of me first. He texted me numerous times trying … Continue reading The Return of Douchebags