Can’t We Just Be Allowed to be Sad?

“Don’t you wish you were happier? More productive? More at peace? More energetic?” “For just $27.99 you can learn all the secrets I’ve spent years developing…” I see this shite all the time lately. Ads aimed at making people happy and productive. “Make your bed when you get up. Brush your teeth. Wash your face. Eat breakfast. Go for a run. Make an entry in … Continue reading Can’t We Just Be Allowed to be Sad?

Sad Trombone. Womp Womp.

Greetings, fellow humans. For any of you who may actually follow my blog, I’d like to announce that I’m currently finished with my month-long depression nap. Depression pit. Depression Anxiety Pit™ that I sometimes slither into. I have currently about 15 unfinished posts. All so dreary and serious. I would get an opinion in my head and start to write about it and perhaps a … Continue reading Sad Trombone. Womp Womp.

Dear Diary – Just, Meh…

So, I’m diagnosed bipolar with generalized anxiety and PTSD. The psychologist I saw a couple times actually calls it “Complex Trauma” rather than PTSD, since apparently prolonged and multiple childhood traumas are different but same-ish but different. Being concise is not my strength, but I’ll try. I had a hellish childhood, full of divorce, abuse, poverty, extreme bullying, neglect. I grew up fast, really fast, … Continue reading Dear Diary – Just, Meh…