One girl's battle with life
10 minutes. I struggle with transitions. I have learned this after many years of managing my own life and trying to get by. I have yo-yo-ed between thinking I hate mornings and that I have sleep problems. There have been times in my life when I have taken sleeping pills to get to sleep and… Continue reading Transitions
Conversation is passing me by at the moment. I dove deep into the caverns of self reflection to find some answers. Maybe this will work for you, too? Some online digging into social skills suggested "anecdotal information" is a useful tool. I have things to say. I know things. I can learn things. Talking about… Continue reading The Conversation Conundrum
I never related to Bree from Desperate Housewives. Her depiction of finishing her housework then pouring a drink, seemed far from my attitude. Yet here I am, 32 and a half years under my belt, house clean and tidy, washing all done and sorted, two glasses down. Oh and it’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I… Continue reading Depression, desperation and drugs.
I am learning all sorts about this hormone. It's effects were of huge interest to me some time ago. And in my usual circular fashion, I am addressing my interest once again. Only this time, there's new knowledge. And this knowledge is answering some questions. Now I know the conclusions made by a mainstream article… Continue reading Oxytocin, attachment and blah.
What if what you want is just wrong? So wrong that you wonder if someone just heard you think. Someone with a gun who can point it in your face if they so choose. I want things that don't make any sense. I've long since stopped wondering why, but it pickles my brain every now… Continue reading What you want
Don't underestimate the level of delusion people are under. People are shit. Even you. Even me. And there are a million ways to delude yourself. People will spend £500 on a pair of trainers whilst someone else pays for the roof over their head. People will spend £30 on a takeout and let fresh ingredients… Continue reading Delusion
My parents didn't teach me to think. They taught me to follow rules. They wanted the best for me. They knew that badness existed in the world and tried to find ways to quantify it and box it up so help me navigate. Unfortunately many of these ways involved me just doing as I'm told.… Continue reading Because trust is a big thing
The weather is turning. There's condensation on the tops of cars in the evening. My mind is changing, too. I no longer feel a pang of jealously imaging people at creamfields. I've had to take some time out of life. I needed it. Having my social life taken away in August of 2020 was a… Continue reading Lying my way from You.
I don't think I suddenly stopped being able to remember in my thirties... I think I suddenly realised how many methods I'd relied upon to cope with a bad memory. How many times I'd blamed alcohol for failing to remember the most simple of facts about my friends. How many times I'd glanced at the… Continue reading Memory loss or awareness gain?
There was a song that always spoke to me as a tween: "can anybody hear her" by Casting Crowns. The lyrics are depressing. "another few years older and a few more steps behind" was a prominent line that brought tears to my eyes whenever I came to a crossroads in life. It came to mind… Continue reading Another few years older 🎶
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