the more i work on myself and dust of ye ole demons, the worse my dreams get.

sigh.

is there something to be said for my sub conscious latching on to any terrible detail from the day and turning it into a night terror?

goofy mind.

lets sing a song instead, instead, instead, instead...

quit my job. slept for more than five hours for the first time in months. found some new music. enjoyed the quiet. bought beautiful fabric to cover the nasty glass desk in. there was a purply pink duck for a dollar at the counter. took it for a sign, and took it home ( Read more... )

My nails show signs of being brittle in January. All the therapy, medication, and mental fortitude in the world haven’t prepared me for this ( Read more... )

i put too much pressure on structure. expect it to fix all my problems and my support my decisions and create respect, function, life ( Read more... )

my husband is sleeping. my kittens are puking. i just crawled in from work. there's no liquor and i grunt ( Read more... )

therapy. she sings to me. in between the inane ( Read more... )

paying attention to my blossoming mental health is a curious occupation ( Read more... )

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:PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP stacy!

real pics from photographer to follow, these are a few from stacy's stash ;)

sorry if they're big, i forget how to put a cut on LJ...


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nothing like getting married to remind you who you're important to, and, conversely, who you aren't important to at all.

oh, right, and i'm um... married. and what not. ;)

love, love. oh dear sweet love it all to heck.