I almost took all my pills but I didn’t. Here’s why.
When you’re truly just ready to go. I have to really think about things and be grateful for what I DO have. People around the world don’t have the things I have and I have to acknowledge and appreciate what I do have even when times are hard
Amber continues getting her ass handed to her by Camille and we are here for it. Not many words had to be said to show the lies
They Say There’s No Such Thing as a Dumb Question Somebody lied. Listen, I have been sitting through this trial and contemplating going to law school. There is so much craziness in this case that I don’t even know how to explain it. HOWEVER, I will try because I like you people. Dos and Don’tsContinue reading “The Mad Woman’s View of the Johnny Depp v Amber Heard Trial (So Far….)”
My struggles and frustrations with weight and having to constantly explain everything I have tried to well meaning people.
It Has Been a Rough Number of Months One thing I can say is that I have never had to handle all of the things that I have been through alone. I have spoken before of my village and I love them for all the things that they do. Their support comes in many forms.Continue reading “My Village”
The final bit of my stay in the psych ward. Just as much as I am tired of talking about it, I’m sure you guys are tired of reading about it so it’s time to move on. That’s all we really can do in the end. Now what?
Just as there are bad days, there are good days. I appreciate the good days when they come and sometimes we have to focus on the positive to make it through the bad days.
I Don’t Know MUCH BUT… I do know that therapy should be a bit more tailored to the person that is receiving it. The last time I was at Southern Maryland, I wasn’t as knowledgeable regarding psychology. I was obtaining my Associate’s at the time but I just think that there is so much moreContinue reading “Tales from the Psych Ward (Part 3): “Therapy””
Back Again Okay, 12 years ago, I had to go to Southern Maryland Hospital for getting extremely triggered by my father and cutting the tendons in my hand. I talked about it a little in The Story of My Mental Illness. Well, I found myself back at the same hospital although it is now Medstar SouthernContinue reading “Tales from the Psych Ward (Part One)”