What I thought was a typical psychiatrist appointment this morning threw me for a curve. Usually, I walk into my doctor’s office, we chit chat a bit, and I walk out with a prescription for Prozac, Adderall and Ativan. 132 more words
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My dad tells me I need sleep.
He says the bags under my eyes are heavy but he doesn’t know my chest weighs heavier,
And he tells me cigarettes and coffee aren’t a balanced breakfast, to eat a banana or two… 17 more words
You know that “On This Day” thing on Facebook where they send you the posts you made in years prior? You know, the memories that inspire you to either nostalgically repost, note how far you’ve come, or crawl into a ball for a few hours wondering where your “best laid plans” have gone, what the hell you’ve been doing with your life, and when the hell you became someone approaching 40 with wrinkles, a spare tire, who still rents an urban apartment full of mismatched Ikea furniture? 1,129 more words