I don’t want to be person who is on anti-depressants her whole life but when I go off of them I am overwhelmed with negative thinking. I see the connections between those thoughts and the lonely life my mother leads. I hear her voice in my head criticizing everyone around me, convincing me that I don’t belong, that I am different, that I am better off without them.
Hackers have not taken over my account. This is me blogging at 3AM which is almost as good as me drunk posting.
Hi. That was a great vacation. I woke up this morning and I realized that I don’t know what to do with myself. I remembered that’s how I felt before I started blogging, I felt a little aimless and needed to fill the void (aka shopping). I liked the structure of this “work”. In the […]