I'm not brave any more darling. I'm all broken. They've broken me. --EH
I'm sorry if I'm difficult. My father left me when I was a toddler and I pretty much raised myself because my parents were young and drunk. So I'm sorry that everyone else who's ever left me will bare the brunt of that anger. And lots of people, who I've loved dearly and would have... Continue Reading →
But he points out that irritability — a reduced control over one's temper that results in angry outbursts — is listed as a core symptom of depression for children and adolescents. It has never made sense to him that it's not included for adults. "Why would someone who happens to be irritable and angry when... Continue Reading →
Turns out, circadian rhythm is shaped by a person's genes, so fuck all of you who make me feel like a lazy asshole because of my sleeping habits. Also, depression.
It's only been 3 months : I absolutely hate being a teacher. I don't know if it's just this school or what, but the depression is just made 10x worse having to go there every day. It's starting to happen again--the crying--the intense bouts of sobbing that let me know things are definitely not ok.... Continue Reading →
Having a young mother, I had to be an old child. It’s just now hitting me how I’ve always worried about her sadness, one which she created and wove us into. I was first-- I got the most. A little friend, her child sometimes. They never spoke behind closed doors and I heard it all... Continue Reading →
It was the night you pulled me out of bed to go find Mommy. You brought me into a bar in my pajamas, the ones with the matching doll, the ones I went to the hospital in. She was there, drinking with her friends after work, the same place you met. It was your day... Continue Reading →