Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
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 →
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 →
(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 →
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 →
Prior to getting married, I had no doubts about Bear and the love we had for each other. I was 100% certain we would work out, that he was my one and only, and together forever we would be. Bear was super sweet to me like no one had ever been, and he was great... Continue Reading →
About two to three years into the marriage, I gained about 20 pounds. It was a result of drinking high-sugar alcoholic beverages, probably around the time I started writing my first book, Unheard. My triglycerides were high, which made me feel awful all the time. Bear liked me fat - even more so when I... Continue Reading →
Living under the same roof while maritally separated sucks. To add insult to injury, we broke up right before the holidays. It’s painful to be stuck in a situation when you can’t physically move on. We got along okay, but I avoided interaction with him the best I could. To get away from the tension,... Continue Reading →
Moving back to Florida meant starting over with employment for both Bear and I. Of course, the seemingly biggest issue crept up again - money - which can bring out some real nastiness in people. A few weeks after moving into the house we rented, Bear found a job with a company he wanted but... Continue Reading →
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