Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
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 →
Big Liar’s death affected me in many ways. I thought about his last strange phone call two nights prior to his body being found, and how I thought he sounded different, pondering if he planned his death. Many times he told me of his depression, so it wasn’t doubtful. No one knew for over six... Continue Reading →
The events with Big Liar lasted intermittently over the course of about two years. Alcohol had to be the only reason I fell into his trap, because now that I’m sober, I couldn’t tolerate it for a single second. Anyone that met Big Liar, especially women, agreed he’s charming and young at heart. He towers... Continue Reading →
The most miserable camping trip with Big Liar is one that I’ll never forget. I’d already lost trust in him, so why did I agree to this? The only thing I can think of is I wanted to do something so badly, and since I had no one else to do it with, Big Liar... Continue Reading →
Now that the divorce was complete, I stayed very busy with school, work, friends, and dating apps for the next several months. I was happy with my living situation, and my job was iffy, but I felt hopeful about a fresh path. Where I live has easy access by bicycle to a downtown area, including... Continue Reading →
The divorce itself went smoothly, but prior to that, not so much. The attorney I worked for told me, “Do not walk away with nothing! You deserve something!” We discussed a reasonable amount based on income and debt ratios. I never intended to hurt Bear financially or put him out. It was only fair that... Continue Reading →
(All of this took place over an eight-month period, so not all of it is in chronological order.) Prior to moving into the new house, I painted the inside, so everything looked fresh. It hadn’t been cleaned as move-in condition, which created another big job. In the meantime, a friend needed a house sitter, and... Continue Reading →
Although unplanned, the last day of school was the last time I spent in the house with Bear. The night prior changed the entire course of everything. Exhausted from lack of sleep and stress, end-of-year school activities, and trying to find a new place to live, I came home from work and shut myself in... Continue Reading →
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