From the category archives:
1993: I sat across from my psychiatrist. She never wore the same shoes twice. She asked me a lot of questions about my childhood. She asked me if I’d ever thought of harming my son in any way. I was horrified by the thought of hurting my baby boy. It had never occurred to me. [...]
' January 1st, 2010 at 12:11am 9 comments
In the months following my discharge from the psychiatric hospital I became fixated on food. Not on eating food, but on researching prices until I’d found incredible deals, buying frequently used items such as flour, yeast, oil, dried beans, rice, etc. in bulk and learning how to store them correctly, and taking advantage of some [...]
' December 16th, 2009 at 10:01pm 7 comments
Thanks everyone. You are wonderful, all of you. I am feeling better. There was only the option of going even lower than I was when I wrote that last post, and I’ve been there and hope to never return, or getting better, and I managed to pull myself up to functional. My Doctor added a [...]
' September 3rd, 2009 at 04:43pm 4 comments
when I don’t think I’ll make it. Days when I can hardly bring myself to do the very basic things, eat, swallow pills, take my dog out, do a load of wash. I am so tired of fighting. I can’t calm the racing of my heart. My hands won’t stop shaking. I don’t want anyone [...]
' August 29th, 2009 at 02:10pm 6 comments
In the days since I last posted here, boy have I slipped back down. It seems like one thing after another. The washing machine broke; we were able to scrounge up the money to buy a used one, and then the dryer broke. Our kids asked when we were going to get a new one [...]
' August 5th, 2009 at 08:40pm 6 comments