Depression
Thanks for all your kind comments and boob pics the other day, girls.
Depression is such a PAIN IN THE ASS. A Fucking pain.
I have been dealing with it pretty well over the past year or so, but sometimes it sneaks up on me. It's like I've been dropped into a well, or suddenly evacuated to pluto; total darkness, no air, nothing. A Barren Wasteland.
I slipped and broke my foot a couple of weeks ago, and am in a cast up to my knee for another two weeks AT LEAST. With crutches. I don't even get a nifty boot. I can hobble around a little, but can't really stand to cook or carry anything with liquid. Also bathing sucks. I am very particular about shit like that, and can't seem to get clean. when my cast comes off, I am going to go to the local beauty school salan and let them scrub the shit out of me. They can use an elephant brush if they need to.
IT SUCKS TO BE ME!
Not really. I've been taking some steps to counteract my gloom...and I am not going to let myself be dragged down again.
One thing I realized last year is that I probably most definitely have ADD. This means that a lot of my anxiety issues may have a physical, rather than an emotional source, from having my cerebellum (I think?) and my cortex overstimulated. So, I went to go see a nice man who is a psychiatric nurse and he gave me a prescription for ritalin.
I also think that my allergy to dairy is getting more severe. Does anyone else have to problem where they eat pizza and then freak the fuck out? Like wig out with irrational fits of rage and self pity? Like a toddler having a tantrum? Horrible.
Depression is such a PAIN IN THE ASS. A Fucking pain.
I have been dealing with it pretty well over the past year or so, but sometimes it sneaks up on me. It's like I've been dropped into a well, or suddenly evacuated to pluto; total darkness, no air, nothing. A Barren Wasteland.
I slipped and broke my foot a couple of weeks ago, and am in a cast up to my knee for another two weeks AT LEAST. With crutches. I don't even get a nifty boot. I can hobble around a little, but can't really stand to cook or carry anything with liquid. Also bathing sucks. I am very particular about shit like that, and can't seem to get clean. when my cast comes off, I am going to go to the local beauty school salan and let them scrub the shit out of me. They can use an elephant brush if they need to.
IT SUCKS TO BE ME!
Not really. I've been taking some steps to counteract my gloom...and I am not going to let myself be dragged down again.
One thing I realized last year is that I probably most definitely have ADD. This means that a lot of my anxiety issues may have a physical, rather than an emotional source, from having my cerebellum (I think?) and my cortex overstimulated. So, I went to go see a nice man who is a psychiatric nurse and he gave me a prescription for ritalin.
I also think that my allergy to dairy is getting more severe. Does anyone else have to problem where they eat pizza and then freak the fuck out? Like wig out with irrational fits of rage and self pity? Like a toddler having a tantrum? Horrible.