Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
Little has changed. Sitting here, minding my own business, trying to survive… Yet, I STILL get bothered by creepy people crawling out of the woodwork, like cockroaches during a heavy rain. A few weeks ago, on a Sunday morning, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize, asking how I was. The area... Continue Reading →
This is going to be a rant, because I’m utterly pissed off!! I’ve decided that men are bad for my mental health. If I felt better, I would have walked off some of my irate feelings towards Florida’s abortion ban proposal in the Women’s March over the weekend. Besides governing women’s bodies, the downright creepiness... Continue Reading →
Not much has happened since my last post, including seeing a specialist about whatever condition I have. I still haven’t left my house, eating minimally, and symptoms come and go except for the stabbing back and rib pain. Some days are better than others. A couple of days I managed to clean my house and... Continue Reading →
I started writing this yesterday morning and stopped midway: Lack of good quality healthcare and health options really makes a tremendous difference in a person’s life. I am so raging mad right now, because I just found out my doctor had the test results that I’ve been waiting for. She sat on them for two... 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 →
While all of the other craziness was going on with Insta-Psycho and the restaurant incident, I was also dealing with another issue without even leaving my own home. This is a person I’ve written about before and thought the book was closed, but it has another chapter or two. I will post the backstory about this at another... Continue Reading →
(**As I write this, I can’t help but sing Metallica’s “King Nothing” in my head.) I met King Nothing a few months ago on Tinder; he seemed like he might be a good match. Seemed is the key word here. While we had a lot in common and he was within my preferable age range,... Continue Reading →
If you have read my first book, “Unheard,” you'll understand the type of mindfucking I had to deal with as a child. As an adult, I guess I have been attracted to what I know, even though it's not what I want and I don't necessarily recognize it. But now I think I do. It... Continue Reading →
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