Writing
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I know, I know. It’s been a while (again). I’m definitely still in a weird spot after my mom’s death. September 5th was her birthday. She would’ve been 62, and I still can’t help but feel how unfair it is that she didn’t get more time. The next day, my dad finally had the memorial
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My last post made me realize that I may not be doing as mentally well as I thought. I was going to make a little post to, like, dive deeper into it but then A TREE HIT MY FUCKING HOUSE. The old one, not the new one. So, yeah, I’ve been a little stressed. My
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I’ve been feeling . . . weird lately. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it. For a while I haven’t felt like doing anything, which of course can be related to all the sad shit that has been happening in my life. But now I have the feeling that I want to do something
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So. Yesterday was a day with a lot of emotion. I did even more crying after my husband went to bed and I didn’t have a distraction. I think posting a blog helped. When I feel super sad I always need a way to get it out. I’m not so good at verbally expressing my
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This is probably going to give you all a look into how my depression brain works. I need people to know I have no plans to harm myself or end my life — I feel like some of my thoughts could cause someone to think that, but I promise I won’t. I did my blood
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Earlier today, my husband and I settled on the house we bought. It’s a first-time buy for him, and a second one for me. We won’t be able to move in until end of July/early August because the current (now former, I guess) owners are getting a new home built that won’t be ready until
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More than a year ago, I was working on improving my health. I was eating better, drinking less Pepsi, doing Pilates two days a week, and walking five days a week. I was using a walking app and everything. I think I was doing pretty well. Then, as frequent readers know, my mom was diagnosed
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