Category Archives: depression
Trying my hand at teaching myself how to play the guitar again. Working on the finger calluses. If only my patience would callous over a little. Grr.
I won’t even complain about this nasty ass roach in the bathroom with me at work. I’m thankful I work. I’m thankful for bugs that do the dirty work for us. I’m thankful I have legs that can carry me … Continue reading
But today, I’m changing that. This could be my last day on Earth. I’m going to smile. I’m going to hug my kids. I’m going to do my job. Now, if I knew I was going to die later I … Continue reading
Because when am I going to meet anyone? The ridiculous shit I’ve heard this week. It’s Tuesday. And I’m sparing you the dirty stuff. “Do those boys need a step daddy?” Do your balls need to be in your throat? … Continue reading
Plucking a wild hair growing from my chin at my desk at work. This is what my life has become.
So I posted a blog the other day that was brutally honest and almost embarrassing. I was hoping to help someone else. After seeing no reaction to it, I took it down. I was really hoping that I could be … Continue reading
It’s not the loneliness in being alone that’s so painful, it’s the realization that you’re unwanted that breaks your soul.