Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
Two weeks ago, my best friend died. I lost something I truly loved and loved me back. My cat – the only consistent thing in my life for 12 years – was my emotional support animal. I miss him so much, because there is no one I can come home to when I’m having a... Continue Reading →
When it comes to my health or anything affecting my life, I have finally learned to be firm, assertive, and direct in order to get my point across to people who just don’t get it. If I have to raise my voice in a room full of people, I will – because I am done.... Continue Reading →
There are a few things I really need to get off my chest before I go apeshit. I realize people mean well (or do they?), but it does NOT help to be bombarded with useless information suggesting why I’m sick or how to get better. This is serious shit, not a stomachache or a common... Continue Reading →
This is a story I hadn’t thought about in many years. During my early 20s, one of my friends introduced me to a “nice guy” she knew. (In hindsight, all of my friends had poor taste in men and had no business setting up anyone.) Nice Guy was a year or two younger than me,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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