2017 Reflections

This time last year I was curled on the couch, four days since my last shower, pills in hands reach, with nothing more than suicidal ideations that were strong enough to zone out the tv volume of four, Family Guy. I wouldn’t get the “correct” medication until May tenth. Leaving approximately 126 days of sorrow… Continue reading 2017 Reflections

. . . Workday Sept 6 . . .

ZzZZzzZ.. Does anyone else ever get the point in the work day where you think “holy crap – I am tired”? Following shortly after, your posture sinking down, hands holding your head up, and your eyes closing shut (you know the kind of closing where it is so rewarding yet feels so “naughty” because you… Continue reading . . . Workday Sept 6 . . .