Tag Archives: depression

Before and After

With my heart this broken, decimated mess, time takes on different meaning. Days and nights blur together into one, one long existence of sleeping or trying to get back to sleep. Feeling the pain or trying to avoid it. There … Continue reading

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1 year after

Yesterday, despite attempts to turn off such notifications, my Facebook reminded me that exactly a year ago, I came home from my stay in Missouri. Which of course sent me into another emotional tailspin where I couldn’t get out of … Continue reading

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Slipup

Today, I woke up and couldn’t shake Missouri from my mind. All day. I mostly slept, trying to reset my brain. But it didn’t work. I know that I’m a lot of effort to be friends with, but they promised … Continue reading

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Inducing

My sister is being induced sometime this evening. She’s a week late with my nephew, and so by tomorrow morning, the doctor thinks she’ll be ready to deliver. One might think I would be excited, but then that person wouldn’t … Continue reading

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Night Time

Night time is the worst. In the day time, I can mostly, most of the time convince myself that you aren’t worth missing. That my memory is failing me and we weren’t as good as I thought. At night, I … Continue reading

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Turning a Corner

As much as I don’t want to jinx it, maybe I’m turning a corner. Instead of the first thought in my mind every morning, he’s more like the fiftieth. Maybe I’m turning a corner, maybe I’m getting better. At night, … Continue reading

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Mystery Solved

The only people I really want to talk to, won’t talk to me. It’s still sinking in. My symptoms tend to push people away. It’s happened before and it will probably happen again. But it never stops hurting any less. … Continue reading

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