I forget how easily depression reinserts itself into my life. I had forgotten the fright in being suddenly, clearly suicidal, without knowing how you got there, a brain loudly dropping hints to itself. You interrupt it, That doesn't make sense, or, But why should I do it ( Read more... )

Today was Albany-Troy and Joanna, but my mood laid down in my way, the unwieldy creature, and I couldn't wash my hair, so tonight I am in Kingston.

Emily cried buckets of tears last night, so I asked her to paint my nails, an activity that always cheers her up. (Not that you asked, but the color is Revlon ~Plum Seduction~ and it's punchy as hale.)

I delicately flipped on Lifetime (it and LMN and Sex and the City are my latest guilty pleasures, God help me).
LO AND BEHOLD:

THE SECRET(WHICH I ( Read more... )

Bold the true statements.

Appearance:
I am 5′ 4″ or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes. [With the exception of the last few weeks.]
I have many scars.I tan easily ( Read more... )

Fluoxetine and Lamictal and Ativan, o my!

"This is what we do. This is what people do. They stay alive for each other."

One! Year! Sans! Cutting!

I ought to take up permanent residence at Four Winds. Fuck getting better. I would make a lovely hostess.

Those are nice words to say, Sheryl, but I think I need something MORE.

Ever cry? Ever not know why you're crying? Ever get sad? Ever get confused about being sad?