Category: Depression

Of Memories and Mouskewitz

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14,765 Days Alive

33 Years Since I Hugged Fievel Mouskewitz

10+ Inches of Snow Fell in the Past 24 Hours

3+ Happy Crying Jags Today

1/2 Serving of Baked Beef and Bean Nachos

Trigger warning past this initial paragraph: physical child abuse. This first part is happy, I swear.

Well. Today’s the day! He arrived! I am so freaking gleeful. Mr Fievel Mousekewitz is in my arms as I type this. As above, I have broken down crying, hugging said 39 year-old stuffed animal, at least three times so far today. A dear friend, named here as Lois, gifted him to me. He is 22 inches tall, still has his hat, shirt, trousers, and tail! He’s new to me, but used to belong to someone named Corey. Thank you so, so, so much for taking good care of Fievel for me to enjoy now.

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Of Snowstorms and Surprises

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14,764 Days Alive

2,619 Days of Daily Posts on Postmark Wonderland

83 +/- Kitty Years for Mr. Spock

2 Days of Snow Forecast

1 New Job Next Week

SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?

I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.

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Of Helping and Hurting

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14,763 Days Alive

4 Slices of Turkey Eaten

Well, I now have bursitis in both hips. So that… sucks. Heh. Thanksgiving was nice; we went to a community buffet dinner thing out on by a queer-friendly restaurant in town. And tomorrow will be nice to have off as well.

May your day tomorrow be lovely.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola

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14,756 Days Alive

2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December

Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.

I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.

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Of Air Mattresses and Anticipation

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14,754 Days Alive

6-ish Hours Until I Need To Drop Llama Off At the Airport

1 Goal List To Be Made Tomorrow

Still tired, in pain; but far less than yesterday and Sunday evening.

We have to be up and out the door by 0530 tomorrow. Ugh. I will be sad to see Llama go, but I hope she had fun this trip.

Take your meds, folks.