Personal blog
Splats.
There is something sobering about a situation where it simultaneously feels like I have made a terrible mistake and ‘it is all in my head’.
So it feels like the world is about to fall apart, it is my fault and yet at the same time I am completely foolish, and unable to share my fears with another living soul.… Read the rest
I can tell that tomorrow is going to be a difficult day.
I have already hit a wall.
The tightrope of perimenopause eating does not leave a lot of room for error.
Although to be fair, one beer and two different glasses of red wine with a bowl of meaty pasta (it was a special), was probably pretty far from the mark!… Read the rest
I seem to have lost my treasured Melbourne reader.
If they don’t come back.
It is distressing,
But right now I feel so crappy that I don’t even feel like going out to comedy tonight.
It is pretty bad.
I will put my mind to working out how to try to make it better.… Read the rest
Reaching out into the interweb,
When I probably should be reaching out with my voice,
To a friend, or a loved one.
I am biding my time before one hopeful shot at a better cognitive experience.
It is becoming clear to me how much pharmacology affects my personality.… Read the rest
Am I ever going to feel better? Or is this life now?… Read the rest
What hell.
I feel like I should be on the coast.
And I am stuck here in this rut.
If my dream last night was anything to go by, then I am entering a new phase in my life.
And it feels bad.… Read the rest
Blahhhh.
It feels like a critical misstep perhaps, , , since, this is the last long weekend before Easter, , , and, , , Easter feels like a different world.
It is not so nice. To think that it was up to me to make the trip, and, , , do what?!?… Read the rest
Irritability to the max.
And it is all my fault.
There is nothing to be gained by complaining.
It just drives the tone of life down.
Even if the substance of it is true.
Niggling aggravations are so magnified in this time of my life.… Read the rest
yes, , , friends are precious. . . and perhaps I need to stay close to them.
I don’t know what is happening in my bedroom. . . it only really bothers me when I am in there, , , bahahaha.… Read the rest
Just feeling like expression for the sake of it, , ,
not so smart!!
It was understandable that my trauma was activated in Morwell I think. Strange place, unfamiliar people. A man who wanted to buy me a drink.
I should get back to work!… Read the rest