I know, I know. I've been a real Debbie Downer (you should excuse the phrase) recently ( Read more... )

In my neverending quest to de-stigmafy (it's a word now, dammit) mental illness, I need to be honest. I haven't been particularly well. I haven't been back to my self-harming, stay in bed all day levels, but I've been... meh. Sleeping when my body isn't tired, mindlessly watching the Cooking Channel, even avoiding Facebook because it's just too ( Read more... )

Okay, all things considered ( Read more... )

Read it. Now.

Because I couldn't say it on the phone

All you people I've told to call Catholic Charities? Stop. Don't bother. It doesn't seem that either the Archdiocese of Washington, DC or the Archdiocese of Baltimore offer straightforward depression counseling. They're taking on hunger, adoption, pregnancy, developmental disabilities, seniors, and a whole other slew of things, but not day-to-day ( Read more... )