Well. The Olympics are on TV again. It's Day One. That means it's the 12th anniversary of my wholly unexpected, life-altering and remarkably inconvenient psychotic break . That fraught, violent week-long episode opened a chapter in my life that is still playing out in many ways. At the time I wrote in an essay called Behind Three Doors: "I went into the psych ward three times, under three different circumstances. The
first time I hav…
Hi everyone, I started typing this on July 7th 2025, and didn't finish/publish until September 20th! I'm going to use the date July 7th, because I want to use the blog to publish some things I wrote on Facebook that I should have published here. So it's been five years since I've updated the blog. It's interesting to come back and see which entries have gotten hits on search engines, rising in the ranks of Popular Posts. I se…
My husband and my therapist are both encouraging me to try and write something. My brain doesn't want to do it. Log dreams, my husband said this morning after I woke up from a particularly fraught dream. Log your moods, my therapist says, wanting me to remember that I have good days. I'm struggling. I don't find joy in anything. I'm having a hard time even putting these words in a row. I mark days by when I can next sleep. I mark…
If I could write a book it would be about why members of Generation X are the way we are, and it would *be packaged like a Trapper Keeper. It would be a three-volume encyclopedia of X, and it might even have a coloring book in the back pocket. It would be called There's Something About X (Clever Subtitle Here) , by the blogger known as Low Budget Superhero ( @SuperLowBudge ).
In my book if I could write a book my thesis would prove that Genera…
I'm not working right now because I can't pull myself into the right frame of mind, so to speak. I'm in tatters. My brain broke. Before my brain broke, I worked a lot. I worked A LOT and then I went insane. It took nine years, but what I want to figure out (in therapy every week) is why I stayed in such a toxic situation for so long. They say my nightmares and panic attacks indicate PTSD. I think I did this to myself. I willingly let…
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
—Marilyn Monroe
Today was a therapy day.
That's all.
Joe finished our Boston puzzle today. It's a graphic illustration of the city drawn in black and colored in, bearing names of all the landmark buildings and attractions such as Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall and the State House. He finished it so fast. It feels so strange to finally see this Boston puzzle assembled. The box is like an old friend that's just kind of always hung around. For about a decade it was the only puzzle in the house …
Six years ago my brain broke. I had a breakdown, several stays in the mental ward, so much therapy, both one-on-one and in group. Though I've experienced some good periods, for example I held a part-time job for two and a half years, it's been mostly a grim struggle. I have therapy once a week, sometimes more often. I'm on medication. Every day I feel like I have to start all over again finding my way. My settings got out of whack an…
My stomach is constantly clenching and aching. I'm scared and anxious. But I'm trying not to fixate on the horror and instead be grateful. I am grateful for so many things. I am grateful that: I cook. I cut my own hair, and Joe's hair too. I love where I live. We can still afford cable TV kinda. I married my best friend. I cook. We're living extremely lean because I haven't worked steadily in several years. Since I had my nervous …
One coping method I learned when my life fell apart five years ago was self-care. I'd lost everything in terms of normalcy after years of job-induced stress that eventually drove me literally insane, and that's when I found myself plunked into therapy for the first time. I'll always remember my therapist suggesting concrete things to do, such as "change your clothes, try a new lipstick." External, cosmetic things like that…
BOSTON. You know that fine line between funny and sad? I know that guy. Tonight I went to "The Gas" at Great Scott. That is the weekly comedy hosted by Rob Crean. Rob is possibly the saddest funny guy that I know. I'm not saying all of his material arises from a place of depression or anxiety, but I can tell you that Rob's act helped lead me from the darkness over Robin Williams' death , even if Rob doesn't know he did …
Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
All I can say right now is that it is really weird when your brain breaks. I can't sleep from dreams, what feels like all-night struggles. I can't focus for long, and my formerly rock-solid concentration...it's not there. There's more to say but I'm getting ready to go see my therapist now. I'll either write more later or not at all. ∎
I'm among those who did not tune in to the Kavanaugh hearing today, because I've had enough. Of everything. And all these old white men. But I see from all of your posts and tweets that the "honorable" (that's laughable) judge had himself a little mantrum today, is that right? This reporting has been countered by a great deal of "...and they say women are too emotional" memes and wisecracks. It is on this point th…
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