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Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PTSD. Show all posts

Some Blogs I Didn't Post in 2019 (Happy New Year)

Some Blogs I Didn't Post in 2019 (Happy New Year) First there's the round-up of "Shittiest Twitter Takes," where I post tweets displaying the dumbest shit I have ever heard in my life. Like when Donald Trump Jr. threw himself into the Pocahontas attack on Elizabeth Warren by feigning wonder (unconvincingly) as to why people aren't protesting Disney, too. He was trying to push the idea that Disney is just as offensive as president Trump because Disney made an animated story of

An Uneasy Glance Inside My Fraught Head: Nightmares

An Uneasy Glance Inside My Fraught Head: Nightmares Thursday is normally when I see my psychotherapist, but this is a holiday week so instead I'll have to tell you guys about my nightmares.  If you hate when people tell you their dreams, please click away. If you love picking part what dreams may mean, then you'll love this; it's about my recurring nightmares evolving and merging into one. I am plagued by two dream "themes." These aren't the only kind of dreams I have, b…

Hot Head v. Cool Head : Who Really Prevails? (Notes On The Kavanaugh Hearing And The Frail Male Ego)

Hot Head v. Cool Head : Who Really Prevails? (Notes On The Kavanaugh Hearing And The Frail Male Ego) 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…

Me and the Loony Bin

Me and the Loony Bin The first time I went into the mental hospital was in early 2014.  I'd been fired from my job at the end of November, which sent me spiraling into depression with bouts of anxiety. By the new year, I'd been unable to sleep at all, and that's when I began to experience the beginnings of what later would be called a psychotic break. The night of February 14th, when Joey called the ambulance, I had begun hallucinating. I was running ar…