The other day, a friend of mine came over. My new dog has fear aggression and I’ve found […]
Category Archive: mental illness
Before we even begin, let me say that will most likely end up being a very unsystematic post […]
As I cuddled my dog for the nth time today, I realized that, now that Male is dead, […]
I’m not dating someone half my age. I’m not going to sell my minivan for a sports car. […]
The overwhelming lack of understanding. “I know how you feel, I was depressed once.” No, the “once” in […]
I am a graphic design god. Alright, maybe I don’t have any real godlike powers, but I just […]
If things aren’t unbearably terrible in my life, I tend to leave well enough alone. I just go […]
It has been 3 months and 23 days since Male died. In that time, I’ve been merely subsisting, […]
As the universe monkeys (you know, those wonky little critters pulling the strings in the massive joke on […]
I’m almost out of crazy pills. That’s what I call them, although, I suppose that name is rather […]
Last year around this time, I took a pledge to write about mental health. I made good on […]
Five years ago in a galaxy about two miles away, I had a very seriously awful depressive spell […]
I have PTSD–the hyper-arousal variety. Symptoms include insomnia, a short temper, hyper-awareness of your surroundings and being easily […]
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This post was originally published at The Outlier Collective. When it was published, it helped one…
Living with a depressive brain means being one with the inevitability of death, specifically your own. Depressives think […]
I have it pretty bad and it’s getting worse as I get older. Things that most of you […]
