Winning. Even Without the Luck O’ The Irish

Saturday night, on St. Patty’s Day Eve, my wife and I stopped at a local bar that advertised an Irish folk band. The band was excellent, and at one point asked for anyone who knew how to do Irish step dancing to come up and give it a try. Now, my wife and I got […]

When My Demons Meet My Drugs

As promised in my last post, I have more to share from my recent annual physical. More than just the fun of being stabbed repeatedly that is. After talking with my doctor about my depression and anxiety, and the symptoms I’m still experiencing despite weekly therapy sessions, she decided to prescribe me Lexipro, a medication […]

Just Take My Blood So You’ll Stop Stabbing Me!

Yesterday I had to get blood drawn. I honestly don’t mind it. I mean except for the early morning appointment. And the fact I can’t eat before the appointment. And the fact that everyone I come across reminds me of the fact I haven’t eaten by asking, “have you been fasting.” Yes, I always want […]

I Think. Therefore I Hate Myself. Sometimes

I think, therefore I am. The philosopher René Descartes said that. He was an idiot. All the philosophers were, they were just good at making their bullshit sound deep and meaningful. I actually don’t believe that I’m just jealous of how they got to sit around in a room writing down whatever popped into their […]

And That Is Why Therapists Are Awfulsome

Therapists are awfulsome. And yes, I know I just invented that word, deal with it while I explain the awfulsomeness of therapists (spell check is really going to hate me today). In my therapy session yesterday, I was talking about how I reacted to a certain situation with someone from my past. My therapist stopped […]

Whispers In The Dark

It has been several months of this little experiment of mine. Several months of trying to tell the story of the demons I struggle with, the demons that are my mental illness. When I started being this open about my struggles, I thought people would turn away, or not be interested. When I had bad […]