Tag: mental-health

  • Treatment Resistant Major Depressive Disorder

    Treatment Resistant Major Depressive Disorder

    First, I want to invite you to check out Shawn Coss and his artwork. The featured picture is his adaptation of Major Depressive Disorder. When I first saw it, I loved it so much that I bought a large print and put it in a frame. It’s so fucking accurate with how this feels that…

  • Anger Gets a Bad Rap

    Anger Gets a Bad Rap

    Heh. I’m dovetailing from the end of yesterday’s entry. But seriously, anger really does get a monumentally “bad rap”: So Sayeth Google AI: A “bad rap” means an undeserved or unjust reputation, often for something negative. It implies that the person or thing is unfairly criticized or perceived negatively, sometimes without proper justification.  Here’s a more detailed…

  • Impossible Tasks

    Impossible Tasks

    There are too many articles out there that cover this, so I don’t plan to link anything specific (this time). The Boyfriend did make a valid observation recently, though – that I probably need to start citing the resources where I get some of my material, just in case. Buuuuuut… most of it is just…

  • The Spoon Theory

    The Spoon Theory

    Aight, where my fellow Spoonies at?! 😛 The Spoon Theory written by Christine Miserandino is a good one, folks. It’s been around for a long while now and made the rounds, but… totally worth going over again – or at all, if you haven’t already heard about or read it. I’ll quote Ms. Miserandino and…

  • Braaaains…

    Braaaains…

    In the interest of continuing to make this blog a “morning routine” – todays is gonna be a fairly short one (hopefully?!) and I want to share a couple of images that I have on my desktop… cuz I’m funny and weird. Weirdly funny?! 😛 As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I am a whore…

  • Dragging. Ass.

    Dragging. Ass.

    Lmao. Ok, this is one of those times when the AI completely failed at depicting the “ambiance” of what I’m going for with JUST my title, so… I kept it. I’m also going to include the wording it came up with because omfg the irony… Create a highly detailed, high-resolution image of a humorous cartoon…

  • Understanding Addiction

    Understanding Addiction

    Whew… Addiction [to any/all manner of things] runs rampant the world over, so I KNOW this one is going to hit a lot of people really hard – whether you have an addiction(s) or a loved one (like me, thrice over) does. But, I deeply understand. You are not alone. And… in the off chance…

  • Self-Reflection

    Self-Reflection

    Disclaimer: Talks of Unaliving Over my lifetime, I’ve had many moments of self-reflection. I say moments, but sometimes they’re more than that. Sometimes, I spend hours thinking about who I am and who I want to be. Sometimes, life throws things at me that hit so hard that I can’t help but ruminate on them…

  • The Weight of Depression

    The Weight of Depression

    Today, I’ll share a journal entry I created 5 years ago, that still applies. It’s a very apt description of how depression feels physically for me. August 3rd, 2020 Have you ever been buried in sand? Imagine one of those random beach days, the sun shining, clouds drifting by lazily, the sound of the gentle…

  • I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I hate the phrase “daddy issues,” but… even though it’s more often derogatory than not, it exists with a specific – vaild?! – meaning (still hate it). The term implies that a woman may have difficulty trusting men, forming healthy relationships, or setting boundaries, potentially due to past experiences with her father, which can lead…

  • Sacrifices… bleh

    Sacrifices… bleh

    Lordt… aside from the traumas, sacrifices are another ginormous list of things I’ve had too much of in my life 😅 I lost parts of myself along the way to The Plague, Gravity, The Dementor, and various other “adults” that came and went. So, I suppose the biggest sacrifice I made was my sense of…

  • Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    This is a bit of a tough one, because it can mean a plethora of things to each one of the billions of people on this fucked up planet. But, of course, the ask is for what it means to ME… And theeeeeen… my ADHD brain wants to categorize all the different “types” of freedom…