What on earth was I doing in April? I was busy teaching, painting, organizing shows, parenting, cleaning. FYI- My house is a filthy shit hole, literally. My dogs have been maddening! Whizzing and throwing poop parties in the basement (the finished portion of course). I have to have the carpet ripped out. A contractor is coming tomorrow and I am so embarrassed that I want to put a bag over my head like the "Unknown Comic" from the Gong Show. Oh dear, now I've really dated myself.
The thing is, the real reason I didn't blog much in April wasn't because I was too busy. Let's face it we are all busy. I avoided the blog on purpose, kinda... here it goes: I suffer with Depression and Anxiety and I am on medication to treat this fucking annoying condition. Every six months or so I stop taking my meds. I am a Spartan ya know! My WILL is way tougher than that gray sponge in my skull. I think I am just fine without those pills, however those closest to me would disagree.
I know they are right and eating crow isn't something I like to do. It is way too gamey.
I saw my doc yesterday and had my prescriptions filled. Truth be told, the drugs work. My husband is getting the grill ready right now. DAMN
PS. Dear You Know Who You Are,
Don't call me and tell me how inappropriate this entry is. I don't care if it is "bad for business." I am more embarrassed by the stench of my basement than I am of admitting to having Depression. I have five words for you: It's your issue, not mine.
The thing is, the real reason I didn't blog much in April wasn't because I was too busy. Let's face it we are all busy. I avoided the blog on purpose, kinda... here it goes: I suffer with Depression and Anxiety and I am on medication to treat this fucking annoying condition. Every six months or so I stop taking my meds. I am a Spartan ya know! My WILL is way tougher than that gray sponge in my skull. I think I am just fine without those pills, however those closest to me would disagree.
I know they are right and eating crow isn't something I like to do. It is way too gamey.
I saw my doc yesterday and had my prescriptions filled. Truth be told, the drugs work. My husband is getting the grill ready right now. DAMN
PS. Dear You Know Who You Are,
Don't call me and tell me how inappropriate this entry is. I don't care if it is "bad for business." I am more embarrassed by the stench of my basement than I am of admitting to having Depression. I have five words for you: It's your issue, not mine.
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