AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!! Sometimes you just need to let it out. I AM trying to focus on the positive. I AM trying to distract myself from the mind numbing, paralyzing anxiety and physical pain. I AM trying not to dwell on the bad news and the sadness. I am…

Daze like these are best spent yodeling into an empty washing machine.

  Have you ever heard of Fibro Fog? No? Aaaaw! It’s Fibro’s favourite game! It’s really easy! Basically, you have a thought or an idea and Fibro leaps to catch it and hide it in one of his pockets. That’s when the fun begins! For example: You are sitting (See Kama Sitta post that I…

Broken

I am broken. It’s hard to keep things inside when you’re broken. It’s the cracks, you see, they can’t hold everything in. Stuff leaks out. The pain, the fear, the rage, the doubt, the shame… it’s too much for a broken vessel to hold. So it seeps out and it makes a mess. I live…

Discipline

Know what I am really really good at? Procrastination! If there were procrastination events at the Olympics, I’d win ALL the medals! I’d just lay on the podium like a swooning cartoon character all bent backwards and looking dramatically… er… lazy. It’s hard not to be frustrated with myself these days. Then again, it’s hard…

Control

The quest for control of one’s life is a lofty goal. But when the individual in question suffers from OCD (and quite possibly Asperger’s Syndrome, or whatever the hell they call it these days), PTSD, depression and anxiety, the quest for control is pretty much like herding cats. Feral cats. Big feral cats. Big, pre-historic,…

Ménage à trois… ou quatre.

I share my bed with three companions. More specifically, I share my bed with the love of my life and two companions I fucking hate! I can’t avoid it. I have no choice. The only one I can kick out of bed is the one I love. So yeah… that’s not gonna happen! So let me introduce…