By Mrs. Messiness, on September 6th, 2009%
So I was poking around the interwebz and found a bunch of stuff I wrote another-lifetime ago. Needless to say, it is odd (to say the least) to run into yourself like that. I immediately put on my dark glasses and backed away quietly before old-me pulled a shank on new-me and took off . . . → Read More: A visit from the olden days
By Mrs. Messiness, on August 29th, 2009%
Tonight, I am one of those people I can’t stand that look at sad things and read sad poems and listen to sad music and be sad.
I suck. I hate it when I do this.
The problem with being someone who “suffers from depression” is that you can’t tell the difference between sad or down or blue . . . → Read More: Don’t even read this.
By Mrs. Messiness, on April 7th, 2009%
“I am prone to depression”.
No.
“Sometimes I get depressed”.
No.
“I struggle with dep-” No.
“Depression has always been a-” No, that’s stupid.
I never talk about it except to my husband, and even that is new. Before him, the only time I came close to discussing it was if someone demanded that yes-I-did remember that-one-time that-one-thing happened, and I have . . . → Read More: Emerging
By Mrs. Messiness, on March 3rd, 2009%
I hate it when I realize I am afraid of something. I hate that there are things lurking around in me that control my actions (in inaction, as the case may be) and dictate my every-next move without my permission.
To my computer-geek mind, these unaddressed fears are like a computer . . . → Read More: On being a scaredy-cat
By Mrs. Messiness, on February 18th, 2009%
Where the hell have I been?
Hiring a lawyer: Yay for custody battles! This appears to be going ok-ish, although my Republican, Bush-loving, animal-heads-mounted-on-his-walls, nervous-twitch-having lawyer kept smacking himself on the ass and telling us that he has a birthmark “RIGHT.THERE” that matches the one on Jack’s forehead. I think he is on drugs. He is a very nice . . . → Read More: Foreheads, Republicans & Singing Doctors
By Mrs. Messiness, on January 26th, 2009%
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By Mrs. Messiness, on September 15th, 2007%
It’s been 7 years.
Yesterday I sat in a doctors office listening to him be so honest, so naked and vulnerable and so real. I was so relieved to watch him peel layers away and admit to the doc that he had relapsed and that he needs help. That he knows what he needs to do and how . . . → Read More: My seven years & his three days