I feel like all I do here is complain. And it's not even a different complaint, it's always the same old shit, which is sad in multiple ways. It's sad cause it never changes. It's sad cause I seem to be unable to grow and change for the better. The years pile up, and yet, I can't get any smarter, any more able to cope.

I'm fucking pathetic, is what ( Read more... )

I am so tired.

I am so overwhelmed.

So angry.

So frustrated.

And I wonder why the fuck I'm still here. No one listens. People don't really care. They say "let me know if you need anything," knowing you will never ask so it's safe to say that since it will never impact them.

I've done everything now for five months. For five months it's been that ( Read more... )

I have several mental health diagnoses; chronic depression, major depressive disorder, severe anxiety, PTSD and the last one, BPD. BPD is Borderline Personality Disorder, which is just as fucking lovely as it sounds. It's characterized by extremely labile emotions, intense ups and downs, rage issues and an inability to control those issues.

Ding ( Read more... )

I hope you have a lovely birthday and that all is going well for you in your life!

All the love, Candi

Hey, hello ( Read more... )

I just got a Quora notification regarding a question posed, the question being "Are antidepressants worth it ( Read more... )

I love that phrase - I wish I could take credit for it, but no, that gem belongs to the incomparable Carrie Fisher, a line from her classic "Postcards from the Edge." That lady had a way with words ( Read more... )

... but I guess that's beyond me now. I was shamed for expressing myself earlier on FB, I feel like what I imagine literal shit feels like physically, and my mood is okay one second, then plummets. I don't know what's going on, but I honestly don't understand how the fuck I get up every day and function. I guess it's because all I do is functionWhy ( Read more... )

I've been looking back at past entries, ones about the divorce and such, and it's been enlightening, to say the least. I scanned and realized that one thing I didn't talk about in detail was my complete nervous breakdown that happened in summer 2012. I realize now that I didn't write about it, because I mentally couldn't. I'm not even sure I ( Read more... )

On both Instagram and FB, I follow a feed called "Humans of New York." In fact, it should be called "Humans of the World," since it's founder goes all over the globe and brings back amazing insights from people who otherwise would never be represented ( Read more... )