Archive for June, 2017

The knot is slipping

Monday, June 12th, 2017

Depression is a fucking bastard. It leads you to not only thinking you’re shit, like a total and complete waste of space, but it also makes you gather every bit of the little strength and willpower you have left and put it in coping, instead of doing really anything. To top it off, if you consider yourself as a functioning depressed sack of shit, like I do, for reasons, keeping up appearances eats away even more of your resources.

So as much as I have been wanting to write and blog and make edits and learn how to make gifs, I’ve had to focus the little of me that is left into a few more pressing matters. Like eating, because you need more than a look inside the fridge to keep yourself fuelled. And by more I mean actual food items, with, you know, nutrients and shit and not just fuelled like with self-hatred and self-doubt. So yea, eating. And trying to appear alright infront of all the people that are tired of hearing my shit (read: everyone in the whole fucking world) and running.

I’ve been keeping up with my running schedule, because I’ve realised that might be the only thing keeping me from actually getting into a state where I would be hospitalized. Yes, it’s that bad. So for those sorts of reasons I’ve been a fucking slacker when it comes to blogging (i really like blogging, i like rambling on about stupid things and oversharing online, i mean yea, i live for this shit and i feel bad for not doing it) and many other things as well.

I’m feeling the tiniest bits of better at the moment, I’m hoping this will be A Courseā„¢ for the time being and that I would be all good (for the moment) in a little while. I’m flying out to meet a friend this upcoming weekend and we’re just going to kick back and relax on Friday with maybe a beer or two (i don’t feel confident in drinking a lot). I’m having some anxiety-related issues with a small party-type of thing organized by my friend for Saturday, but I’m hoping I can like maybe escape to a dark corner if it gets to be too much. Then it’s going to be Midsummer feast on the next weekend and I’m doing fuck-all with the fam, so yay for that. And then it’s off to London for a long weekend with husband unit.

So yea, I’m still alive (oh -you, don’t sound so disappointed -me) and even if I was a bit unwell, I’m sort of getting better.