And I Ran

Last weekend was Maritime Race Weekend, and my birthday (wooohooo!). I had signed up for this race (the Tartan Twosome: one race Friday night, one race Saturday morning) when I was jacked up on endorphins from another race. I figured, what would be an awesome way to welcome 47! It has one of the best …

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We’ve Got a New Drug

Well, the me of we doesn't. The V of we does. She is on a weaning off plan this week, with her new drug (Fetzima) to be started after that. She follows up with the doc in a month. This drug can be increased up to 120mg if need be. Fingers are crossed for this …

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We’re Back at Square One

Yesterday was the start of a new month.  We spent some time at the beach and soaked up some more summer (because summer isn't over until later in September - fight me). On our way home, my Buggie was super cranky.  She was fine at the beach. A switch had gone off in her, and …

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Following My Path

After unpacking some of my shit, it was time to forge a new path. (I am not done unpacking all my shit. Far from it.) I need to start following my own path. For years I have been following someone else's path, or the path that I thought was expected of me. I am still …

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Unpacking My Shit: Plant Style

So one of the things that has come from the unpacking of the shit has been how uncomfortable my apartment has been feeling (you know, besides the messy depression mess that seems to never go away, bastard). I have plants in my temporary office space, and I realized just how much more comfortable it feels …

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Unpacking My Shit

Here I am. It's been a while since I sat down and unpacked some of my boxes. Not talking the physical kind. I am talking about the mental kind. I have filled many boxes over the years with all of my unpleasant thoughts and situations. I've started to unpack these boxes lately, and it hasn't …

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Struggling With Self Worth

This is a daily struggle for me. Part of my mental illness is a feeling of worthlessness. I doubt myself on an hourly basis. I never think I am good enough. On my good days I can gather up the gumption to kick that thought to the curb. But dammit it's hard. When I was …

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