Category Archives: Depression
It’s been nearly a year and my dreams have changed as time has passes. At first, I used to dream that my Dad came home. More often than not he showed up at home and was mad at us for … Continue reading
I’ve been avoiding this post like the plague. Like committing it to the blog makes its finite, seals my fate. Like writing about it means there’s no turning back, and I have to face our future. But not writing about … Continue reading
I spend a lot of my time worrying if I did something to bring this year on myself. It’s been a hard one, a sucky one, and I can’t help but to think this is karma kicking me in the … Continue reading
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I can’t seem to shake being depressed. The horrible thing about being a psychologist and being depressed is knowing that you’re depressed and feeling like an idiot because of it. Like I should be able to help myself. But I’d … Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to write, really, I have been. But it’s been an awful week, well, an awful year. And I have just been down and out. I mean, I’m sleeping on my couch for pete’s sake. I don’t know … Continue reading