Off my meds = on to a psych ward

So, since I have no psycho-iatrist, I have no meds. Since I have no meds, I am one heartbeat away from being committed to the psycho ward/looney bin/crazy tank. My emotions are all over the range. Sad, content, committed, depressed, excited, hopeless, frantic, ect… I am fighting with D. day and night. Not just verbal […]

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A hopeless serenade

I give myself permission tonight to whine, moan, bitch, complain, or to indulge in any other outburst needed. So many emotions and I can’t escape not one. The day started out as usual. I took my god-children to school, although I was exhausted. What I would have given to have just a few more minutes […]

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Titleless, wordless, thoughtless, pointless, just less

Once again, I sit down with nothing to write about. I don’t know why I’ve gotten so fussy about sitting down to the computer with a prepared speech to type in; nevertheless, it would be nice, knowing others are reading this, to have some organization of thoughts. In closer thinking, this delimma about having nothing […]

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