Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
Writing Another Creepy Nice Guy unexpectedly dredged up some strange emotions I’m unsure I can properly describe – except feeling utterly creeped out. Given my age and inexperience, I’m certain there were red flags I would see now that I couldn’t see then. I would imagine some of the red flag behaviors were overlooked, maybe... Continue Reading →
When I was in my early 20s, I worked as a secretary for a large company. Even though we had about 100 employees, not a single guy there piqued my interest – until one came in as a temp. About 10 years older, he was a pilot fresh out of school, and his appearance caught... Continue Reading →
A few people that know me personally but haven't seen me in years and read my blog have expressed to me in the past that I need to stop going after “bad boys.” I found their comments odd, because I don’t date bad boys and never have. Are they visualizing me with some bad-boy biker... 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 →
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 →
Writing has not been on my list of priorities, because right now I’m just surviving day to day. It’s taken me three days to write this. My mind is all over the place, and I’m still experiencing pain and discomfort from whatever is going on. My muscle issues seemed to have cleared up tremendously, but... Continue Reading →
Since my last post, a few things have happened. First, someone finally took notice that my physical issue is beyond what I am being treated for. Without fixing one problem, my other issues will never resolve. I didn’t realize the amount of pain I was in until it was 70% gone for a day or... 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 →
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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