Friday, May 13, 2016

When Pharmaceutical Commercials Resemble Your Life

For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to describe how I feel. Z keeps asking me if "something" is going on. I'm always flustered and inarticulate when trying to explain that my mmhmm's don't stem from being disgruntled but from a lack of energy.

I keep trying to explain to myself what I'm feeling (because being unable to articulate my emotions is the worst) when I realize that all those pharma commercials perfectly capture it. I'm that person who trudges through their day with a gray cloud perpetually hovering over them.

Today was the first day in which that cloud dissipated and I've already made an appointment for an evaluation. I've put it off for so many years that this cloud has become my new normal. We shall see what happens.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sunday Always Comes too Late

Hemingway once said that a writer's job is to tell the truth. So this is my promise to myself: to tell the truth. Not truth with a capital T but my truth. Not the constant self-editing that makes up about 98% of my life.

So this is my home. Welcome.