Had the Doctor remove several moles. The local ansethetic injections were worse than the actual removal and quarterization. Got injections in the face, neck, upper back, and lower back. Never had an injection burn like the ones today. One mole was sent to the Lab because it looked a lot different than the rest.
I don't have much to say today. I'm not having a good day. I am just blah today. I wrote a little in my blog. Go see it if you like. stigmabegone.blogspot.ca (Eeyore kind of Day - in archives April 5)
I am feeling rather poetic today. When I was in high school I wrote poetry. I used poetry as my release for all the dark emotions I was feeling. I enjoyed writing poetry but stopped once I began taking medication for my depression. I think I might like to try writing poetry again. I dedicated my blog entry today to poetry I wrote when I was 18 and "in the depths of despair" (to quote Anne of Green Gables). I haven't looked at these poems in almost 20 years and I have to admit that I am pret
Irony - an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected. (Dictionary.com) Have you ever realized the amount of irony there is in life? I have. It seems to follow me everywhere I go, it's a constant companion. Do I like this companion of mine? Not particularly. I like to stand firmly on the ground and have order in my life. The irony in life is what I wrote about in my blog today. Check it out: stigmabegone.blogspot.ca "One must appreciate life's little ironies, eve
I went to see the movie An Act of Valor again. I had been with friends a week ago and was blown away. Well, if you’ve seen the movie or heard what it’s about “blown away” might have some connotations I don’t mean. It’s a fictional movie starring real Navy SEALs. The producers decided to use the SEALs themselves because there was no way that actors and stuntmen could do what the SEALs already knew how to do. Their first mission in the movie is to rescue an American CIA agent who has been capt
Today I used writing my blog to help me make a decision. I am a woman of order. Everything has its place and everything is to be in order. This rigidity was causing me a little problem in the writing of my blog. To see my decision and my thinking process go to: stigmabegone.blogspot.ca I haven`t figured out how to change the format of the blog archive yet so all my blogs are listed according to date. If looking in the archive this blog was written on April 2, 2012
Talked to the Apartment Manager this morning. Even though there's several animals that are on the prohibited list for whatever reason you can have them with a Doctor's Note. This explains why the Apartment Manager hasn't evicted residents with prohibited pets. Looks like I'm getting a Ferret soon.
I feel so tired to live with my parents.I cant take their fights every day.I just want to runaway,but I dont have other place to go.Atmosphere at home is terrible.I love them,but they make my life so stressful:(
Yep, that is the topic of my posting today. Let me tell you, I had difficulty writing my blog today because of this stupid brain freeze. However, I allowed myself a sick day yesterday and that's all I will allow myself so I slowly and painfully (mentally) made myself write today. To view my blog posting about brain freeze visit here: stigmabegone.blogspot.ca Feel free to browse the other entries as well.
The flu decided to take over my body so I am not thinking too good today. I did not write anything in my blog today, instead I posted some quotes/sayings about Depression. If you want to check them out go to stigmabegone.blogspot.ca
A lot of residents have been bringing prohibited animals on the property using a "Doctor's Note". Apparently you can have as many pets as you wish too. I'm considering a Ferret this Fall when money becomes available. Think I'll name it ROADKILL:D
Cravings seem to have subsided for now. Having some weird thoughts about other ways of acting out but what else is new. I think it was triggered by going off my meds. I can't really afford them at roughly $800 for a three month supply, so I am experimenting with how long I can go without before I have problems. Looks like two days. Back on my meds at a normal dose and I feel like a normal person again. It occurs to me that I am just trading one drug for another but the meds feel different than
I just finished writing my blog entry somewhere else and don't want to retype it. The entry is about sudden realization and psychologists. If you would like to read the entry please go to The entry is under the title "Revelation"
Been home for a few days now, and I gotta say I'm loving the freedom of making my own decisions once more Its been a wonderful few days, I've kept myself real busy of a daytime, and have gone to therapy and my out patient group. Gone for lovely long walks in the afternoon and pretty much spent my days exactly how I have wanted to spend them.... best of all the sun has been shining and its been lovely and hot. Its good to be home, and even better to sleep in my own bed. Wake up in familiar surr
Hi, I started my own blog before joining this site so I would like to post the address to my blog here stigmabegone.blogspot.ca I have been living with Depression for over 20 years. I have had good times and bad times. Currently I am experiencing a bad time. I visit a psychologist once a month to talk and do CBT. I have given myself the task of writing about my experience with Depression. I am very perturbed about the stigma that is still attached to mental illness. Instead of sitting arou
I think it was last year they had that issue. I would've had to go into survival mode. As much as I'm not a fan of killing animals I'd have problem doing it to make sure I had something to eat. Then I would have to resort to mugging convicted sex offenders and take their money. That I wouldn't have a single issue with since they're the lowest form of life on Earth next to Politicians.
The pills want me back. They won't leave me alone. I can remember the last time I called my dealer. It was around a year ago. I don't know if I could even still contact him if I tried. He'd have to still be around and willing to take a call from somebody who he probably doesn't remember. The sad thing is I have been kicking around the idea of doing so. I've been clean long enough that physically there is no addiction, should not even be tolerance. It's all psychological but there is that part d
I've had a few jocks and preps say that I obsess over these things. Isn't that what guys are supposed to do, fight all day and fuck all night. Those are what defines a guy. When it comes to guys those are a right of passage aren't they:confused:
practicing acceptance. No one understands. That's okay. Maybe things will go better next time around. Things go up and down like a wave. They repeat like a wave, too. Pattern and variation. Not sure how I'll feel tomorrow, oh well, might just practice acceptance on that too. Feels like I'm too sensitive, but the world will fall apart if I let anything go. Maybe this isn't the truth but I want to at least try to control everything. I still feel like the next beating is just around the corner. I'v
I'm just writing this to get it out. I don't expect anyone to read it or care, but I don't want to let it fester inside me anymore. I wondered if posting here might help. I was supposed to go on vacation in a week and a half. I've been looking forward to it for a year now -- work has been so tough, and my personal life is a disaster...and that's where the problem comes in. My husband and I aren't getting along at all anymore. He announced he does not want to spend the vacation with me. If
Just to illustrate that I have problems too, but that problems don't last forever, I'm going to share excerpts from something I wrote to myself yesterday, when for some reason I was feeling unusually connected to what one might call "the bad thoughts". Ellipses (...) mean I left something out. Now, part of my point is that I talk to folks here fairly often with the same cognitive distortions. Yet, when they're my distortions, they still "work". I'm aware enough to know that they're distortion
