The Power of Maybe

Black and white thinking, all or nothing, and catastrophizing were descriptors of me. I used to think if I worried about or thought about everything enough, I could control it. In some ways, maybe I took expect the best, plan for the worst too literally. In reality, I would just worry about everything and drive... Continue Reading →

I take breaks from thinking

So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night.  So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it.  So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem  So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →

All My Posts Regarding Suicide

I've been meaning to get some posts up for suicide prevention month.  I wanted to link to some of my prior posts in one easy to access spot: No, Seriously, Suicide is Not Selfish Depression is Selfish Won’t Someone Think of the Children? 13 Reasons.. Please share any post that resonates with you and thanks... Continue Reading →

Got any cheese for that whine?

Narcissistic overshare *ahem* update The long story short is: I am having an allergic reaction to Lamictal and I may have early signs of SJS.  The rash isn't a symptom of SJS because it's itchy, but my mouth ulcers are. SJS is a really nice acronym for a skin condition where the rash bubbles up and... Continue Reading →

I Am Getting My Shit Together

My life is nothing if not cyclical.  This time last year, I was working on getting my shit together, and later in the year, I pulled a complete and total movie troupe, shaved my head and went crazy.  It actually wasn't that linear, but I keep laughing about it.  At that time, I started identifying... Continue Reading →

The Liar in fAILuRe

I’ve had two concepts in my mind.  The first is: Anxiety is fear in disguise.  The second is: Anxiety is a great teacher if you allow it.  I read “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield, and he was talking about fear, anxiety, depression, etc. all being forms of resistance.  The urge to create versus... Continue Reading →

Holy Crap

Like a silent but deadly fart, I vanished without a trace.  I don't know if that made sense. Anyway, I'm going through about 7 million things presently.  Nothing bad, per se, but I really felt this need to shut up and get inside my own head.  It's funny, 2 or more years ago, I probably... Continue Reading →

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