Yeah, so I skipped a week. Sue me. My shrinky dink wants me to write every damn day and I
A friend of mine said that he’s willing to excuse most behavior under three circumstances: giving birth, getting married and
I survived the memorial thanks to Klonopin and friends. This week was terrible. The closer it came to Saturday, the
It has been over a month since the love of my life died. This weekend is his memorial. I’m dreading
I have a little dream. It’s really a rather tiny dream, barely visible to the naked eye. It’s buried deep
In the wake of my most recent tragedy–the death of the love of my life–I’ve heard a lot of well-meaning
It has been almost a month. Not quite, but almost a month since the love of my life died. It’s
It’s been three weeks since the love of my life died. Three entire weeks of grief. You begin to think
Losing the love of your life really sucks for a number of reasons. Nothing will ever be the same again.
I should probably just change the name of this blog to the title of this post, because that’s mostly what
It has been three days since the love of my life died. They have been entirely surreal. I think I’m
Living with a depressive brain means being one with the inevitability of death, specifically your own. Depressives think about death
He wasn’t my closest friend. He lived on the other side of the country. I haven’t even laid eyes on
My dad and I have never been all that close. My father, like his father before him, isn’t much given
If you only had ten more years to live, would you do anything differently? I very well might only have
What do you want your tombstone to say? Well, I don’t intend to die, so this is an irrelevant question.
My first experience with death was when I died, although I don’t remember it. I had pneumococcal meningitis as an
This has been a terrible week. Absolutely terrible. So, whatever motto I’m likely to have is something along the lines
My greatest achievement is still being alive. I’ve looked the grim reaper in the face and told him to bugger
Another friend of mine died today. I wouldn’t exactly call him a close friend, but I did know him for
I had a good hard think on what it is that I’m avoiding and I came up empty. If you
You’re a fly on the wall at your own funeral. What are people saying about you? Great… I’m a fly.