Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
In 1995, I wrote “My Afterlife Theories” for a college humanities class. In it, I stated my theories weren’t concrete and may change over time, because anything is possible until there is proof. This is a pretty fair statement that still applies to how I feel today. There were other things I wrote 26 years... Continue Reading →
Sometimes during self-therapy writing, emotions come up that I am unaware of. For instance, bringing up Biker Guy caused me to suddenly burst into tears a few times. Each time, it surprised me that anything was still there, because I thought I’ve already moved past it. I’ll take it as a sign that I’m still... Continue Reading →
While I was dating Biker Guy the last time, I posted Are you in a disposable relationship? I directed every issue mentioned in that post at him. He was aware of my blog, and when he asked if something was wrong, I told him he might want to do some reading. He assured me it’s... Continue Reading →
By the middle of August last year, I was content being single, working on myself, started a new temp job, and minding my business, as usual. I knew moving on from Biker Guy would be easier this time, because he really showed what a shit head he is. I already faulted myself for giving him... Continue Reading →
I spent the entire week sick. Considering I rarely leave my house and have little contact with people, I don’t know how the hell I managed to celebrate the Fourth of July weekend with a stomach flu. Once that subsided, I received my second Covid shot, which made me ill with flu-like symptoms for two... Continue Reading →
Something has changed within me, and I’m not sure what exactly. Summertime has always been my favorite season, and the beach is a place I normally visit several times a week. I can’t get enough of being outdoors in the sunlight and being active, all of which helps depression. This summer, I’ve been to the... Continue Reading →
This self-therapy blog isn’t just about depression, eliminating alcohol and sharing my emotions, actions, and personal details here. The past six months have been a healing process in many ways. If I want to live a happy life, I need to heal from the things that made me feel icky; and for now, I don’t... Continue Reading →
There are some things I haven’t mentioned about Picasso, and other things I found out about over time. Something must be wrong with me to put up with any of his unacceptable behavior. I couldn’t be that lonely, could I? My self-esteem was shot, because I was struggling in other areas of my life. Every... Continue Reading →
(The events with Picasso may not be in chronological order.) Things were never hunky-dory with Picasso 100% of the time. I honestly don’t know how in the hell I ever put up with any of it, never mind for two-and-a-half months! Big Liar’s death was only weeks prior, so maybe that had something to do... Continue Reading →
Still grieving from my divorce, and then grieving Big Liar’s passing by myself made me depressed. My concentration was nil, and work required me to put on a happy face, but I couldn’t do it. I spent a lot of time reflecting on everything and took a much-needed trip out of town for a week... Continue Reading →
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