Tag: Depression


This week hasn’t been such a hellish week as in the past, although the week has just begin, I made some decisions when it comes to my mental well-being.  I decided to really work on keeping my Chum and his party friends sequestered. I also decided not to allow anyone to hijack or take hostage my emotions.  Monday I was tested.  The She-Devil was at it again only this time no one seem to cared enough to indulge in her madness. Again I shouldn’t feel anything towards this person but how can I talk about changing and staying positive if I can’t forgive the She-Devil.  When forgiveness isn’t enough what’s next?  





Today I had an interesting conversation about recovering from my meltdown.  I call my little manic depression “My Chum” and I showcase what my Chum does.  If you follow me, you know I speak openly about my disorder.  The conversation I had I was asked an unusual question.  Sitting here drinking my coffee waiting for my banana nut bread I was asked when my Chum comes for a visit what do I carry in purse? I’m like Homer said what?  Dumbfounded, I didn’t know what to say.  For once I had no clever comeback or no witty remark.  I have never been asked that.  I got to thinking what do I carry in my purse when dealing with my Chum?  This is the topic of today’s blog post.




Today is Wed a hump day which is generally my favorite day of the week simply because I can say “Hump Day” and no one will get offended.  Today been a busy day at my paying job.  Looking around the office I noticing the colors a bright yellow, pink & green which is all good colors good sign and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 


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