Since tonight I was able to get through the bridge scene without weeping it would appear that I’m doing pretty good this year.
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“Is everything okay?” Anne asked me. She sat at our counter, and I stood on the other side, next to the microwave, watching my bowl of soup slowly turn around inside it.”
“No, it’s not,” I said, “I’m having a terrible day, and I know it’s because my brain…
Completely relatable post is relatable.
Apparently this is how I think. “Medication didn’t work. Smart life choices didn’t work. Cognitive Based Therapy didn’t work…maybe what will eradicate my depression and resolve my anxiety is a lightly carbonated soda in a dildo shaped bottle.” #canthurt #dependingonwhereiputthebottle #depression #anxiety
And not spend the next day and a half worrying about how fucking stupid I sounded.
I believe in wondering about things that are more likely to happen.
So I wonder about a lawn gnome coming to life and giving me a talking unicorn.
|—||Me, in reference to my head|