Depressed Woman (Edited)

I Know What You’re Thinking: How I Became a Loner

Response to Pointless Overthinking's Question of the Day – No. 508   "How often do you assume others think bad about you and how do those thoughts look like?"  When I read this prompt, a torrent of emotions flowed into me.  Do I assume others think bad about me?  YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES. … Continue reading I Know What You’re Thinking: How I Became a Loner

You Don't Know What You Don't Know

Annoyingly Profound, Part 2: “You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know”

Throughout my marriage, two of my husband's most-used phrases have driven me crazy.  The first (as in the one which appeared earliest and has been used most often) is "It is what it is."  The second, which appeared only a few years ago, is "You don't know what you don't know" and, oddly enough, this … Continue reading Annoyingly Profound, Part 2: “You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know”

it Is What It Is

Annoyingly Profound, Part 1: “It is What it Is”

Throughout my marriage, two of my husband's most-used phrases have driven me crazy.  The first (as in the one which appeared earliest and has been used most often) is "It is what it is."  The second, which appeared only a few years ago, is "You don't know what you don't know" and, oddly enough, this … Continue reading Annoyingly Profound, Part 1: “It is What it Is”

Journey

My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being

Going on about 40 years ago, I was diagnosed as bipolar.  Today, I don't know whether that diagnosis was correct or not because I've chosen to live my life the way I'm going to live it regardless. So in this post, I'm going to talk a little about my choices for medicating and not medicating.  … Continue reading My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being

Auto Pilot

Autopilot

Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot