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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I’m once, twice, three times a purger…

I lied. I’ve actually purged four times today. I hate Sundays. There is no structure. D. is home and hovering and watching what I eat. I had the merciful luck that he went and worked outside in the yard. I ate just a little and up it came. It wasn’t like I was binging. I […]

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Final curtain call

The purpose of this blog was and is to hold myself accountable, mostly to me, somewhat to my T., and then to the rest of the blogging community. Maybe I’ve been honest and called it like it is. I don’t know. It seems those in my life are so obtuse that it only feeds my […]

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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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