Lincoln, Darwin, Depression, and Me

So this is weird:  Apparently the word depression is considered "dangerous or derogatory content" by Google.  At first, this made me angry, and this post was going to be about THAT. Then I discovered a gift in it.  When I searched on the word depression to find out "why all the hubbub, Google?", I went... Continue Reading →

Mental Illness Is An Exaggeration

I get lost in this blog sometimes.  Lost in my own stuff, and I forget my purpose here, which is to shine light into the dark places.  Light to help myself see, light to help others see.  It ends up being about mental health most of the time, but I really think it's just about... Continue Reading →

Now For Something Useful

I feel embarrassed about my posts sometimes.  Often, actually.  I only feel good about the ones that are a reflection of my better days.  When I'm feeling optimistic or particularly clever or funny...or I perceive them to be useful. I am feeling neither optimistic nor clever nor funny today, but I AM feeling pretty determined... Continue Reading →

I Am Not A Bitter Drunk

The following should be read in the "Movie Phone" guy's voice: In a world where life begets struggle, and struggle often begets defeat, there are those few who rise to the occasion.  This is the story of just one of the many...who do not. Did "Movie Phone" guy date me?  I mean, date me as... Continue Reading →

Oops, I Forgot A Title

Oh my gawd, I can’t even.  I mean, seriously - I just can’t.  I don’t even TALK like this (write like this?), but I just CAN’T. I know.  Can’t is a bad word.  Whatever. I can’t. So I’m writing this post because I recognize in one part of my brain that what I describe below... Continue Reading →

Breaking Down at the DMV

So, I know going to the DMV is not fun for anyone.  Or at least, not anyone I've ever met.  It's just one of those things that grown ups have to deal with in life - you gotta pay taxes, and you gotta register your vehicle, get a driver's license, mundane shit like that. Places... Continue Reading →

This Post Has Nothing To Do With Llamas

Yeah - I don't know what that title means, either.  I just couldn't come up with a better with it. What makes the stories we tell ourselves turn into the life we live?  What makes “the truth” true, and “reality” real? I’m just asking for a friend. Is it when someone else agrees with... Continue Reading →

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