I Don’t Want You To Read This
…but I’m going to write it anyway.
It’s possible I’ll regret it.
And It’s Gonna Be A Four-Parter, because I can’t shut the fuck up. I guess that covers my Thursday and Monday posts then!
I told everyone on Twitter to friend me on Facebook because my life is on there for everyone to read. I try to keep it light and funny, even when I feel dark. The problem is, by the time they got to Facebook, everything I said had fallen to the bottom.
I have a sub-category here dedicated solely to depression. It started out as just one post about being bipolar, confiding in strangers but as time went on, I found myself telling you more. The things I say you, I say for two reasons. The first is that I am a writer. I was born to express myself with my hands. While I may talk a lot, it’s my hands that speak for me. If I’m troubled, I can’t tell anyone how I feel the way I could if I was able to write it. Secondly, I think there are a lot of people out there who are suffering and either don’t know why or are too scared to talk about it for fear of being somehow punished.
When I got sick and had my full hysterectomy, my condition got worse. (more…)
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