Category: Mental Health

Just call me Sisyphus.

I started writing this…back in December.

As part of my ongoing…quest?…Commitment?…Weirdly-obsessive need? to be more self-aware, I try to recognize my danger signs.

Someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear.

It’s not getting easier.

I had an epiphany while I was out wandering around avoiding other humans today.

Y’ever notice that the Apostle Paul talked about himself A LOT?

A few weeks ago, I posted about how hard it is for me to accomplish normal, everyday tasks. When I’m in the throes of a lengthy depressive phase, my brain dons the camo gear and starts painting the landscape of my grey matter with disruptive patterns. Radio signals with supportive messages are shorted out and…

I really needed today to be a good day. Trash and recycling pickup in my neighborhood is done on Fridays. They’re two separate pickups, trash in the very early morning and recycling “whenever,” which lately has been in the evenings. For practical purposes this means we all put our bins out by the curb on…