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I work for an independent bookstore. So, while I’m keeping my Amazon wishlist as a helpful archive of information, needless to say, my book purchases from them have stopped. As I get older, I think more and more about the… Read moreCause and Effect
I’ve watched this video before, where the narrator compares his depression to a black dog who follows him around. Mine feels more like an estranged relative who decides to drop by for a visit even when they know they’re unwelcome. I thought… Read moreMy Black Dog
As a part of my freelance writing gig, I sometimes like to do performance reviews. I went to see a show tonight, but I wish I would have done something else instead. It was 2 one-act plays based on short… Read moreAnother Crossroads
I’ve been an emotional person for as long as I can remember. I’m more easily drawn to tears than others. When I feel a strong emotion, whether it’s anger, sadness, frustration, jealousy, disappointment, or even happiness, it all seems to… Read moreWhat to Do When You Feel Too Much
It’s bizarre to me that buying myself $10 of cheap vegetables can feel decadent. Maybe I’ve never been quite this poor before. In college there was student loan money every semester and free pizza at club meetings or free food… Read moreGetting By
Lately I’ve been struggling with time management. With the bookstore gearing up for conferences and events this fall, I’m having to figure out if I can cut back hours on my other main part-time job. My attention is too divided…. Read moreQuarter-Century Crisis
I realized yesterday that watching a movie after work was the only real time I’ve had to myself in over a week. Been picking up extra odd jobs and such to make up for one boss being out of town… Read moreWorking Too Hard
There was this moment of communication with my boss today that I don’t know how to process. There’s this breast cancer awareness bicycle ride in September. She created a team for the bookstore, and since I’m learning to ride, I… Read moreWell, This is Awkward
My depression, that is. Or that’s the only explanation I have for the way I’ve been feeling. Ever since I got back from Flipside I’ve been stressed and anxious. There was so much on my to-do list and not the… Read moreIt’s Back…
I’m pretty good at psychoanalyzing myself. It takes a few days, but eventually I can figure out what’s up with me when things go south. Usually not before I break down sobbing once or a few times, but you know,… Read moreIt’s Been a Rough Week