I have discovered a new talent. I can grow moldy food in a near empty refrigerator.
This post is my confession that I now gamble with our vegetables.
Depression doesn’t discriminate. Bad days can strike on a Tuesday, grocery day or your birthday. #depressionsucks #timetogoshopping #whatsmellsinhere
Nothing says ‘hello’ and ‘welcome’ like a GIANT dog shoving his nose into your crotch.
Bozley is unrelenting in his pursuit to love and be loved.
I think if we all approached life a little bit more like Bozley… (but without all the butt sniffing) that maybe the world would be a much better place.
*Cheers* to welcoming our friends into our REAL lives without abandon. … even on bad days.
Dishes unwashed.
Counter cluttered.
Floor unswept.
Laundry undone.
Bed unmade.
Hair uncombed.
Appetite zero.
Motivation zilch.
What does a bad day look like in your depression journey? Comment below. I want to know. Not a one of us is in this fight alone.
I am scared of Pillsbury rolls. I scream every time I have to open one. Every. Single. Time.
Life happens but we’ve got this!!!
My husband and I discovered this thing called ‘City Pass’ on our recent trip to Chicago. We wanted our money’s worth which resulted in us visiting at least one museum too many.
A few things I learned:
The word ‘spanx’ originates from the Latin word for sausage casing.
The cost of projecting a certain image is too steep. When you squeeze something tight enough the excess is going to have to go somewhere.
Just say ‘NO!’ to Spanx. Ease up a little. Life is short!
I discovered yesterday that reheated brussel sprouts explode in the microwave.
I feel like an evil, mastermind, culinary genius as I stroke my cat and riffle through my latest cookbook in search of inspiration.
Food helps me tap into unknown resources that feed my creativity and daily activities. My depression is kept a little better under wraps through the joy of cooking. Sometimes I blow up brussel sprouts in the microwave…. other days I create a healthy six course meal. There is joy in this journey of self discovery through food and depression.
I seem to be having an ongoing affair with the exclamation mark.
Periods are blah. Question marks leave me wanting. Question marks mixed with exclamation marks are more my speed.
‘Yay.’ is the sarcastic sister of ‘yay!’ ‘Right?’ can’t even begin to convey the same message as ‘Right?!?’…. RIGHT???!?!?!
And, since when, did I forget, how to properly, place my commas? And why are my colons so spastic?
My excessive and preferential treatment of the exclamation mark must be reflective of my positive state of mind. Yes? And if my punctuation says that I am not depressed, then surely it must be true. I dare say that this post is filled with useful and solid reasoning. #makingtheworldabetterplace
Have you ever felt like people think that you are depressed because you simply aren’t grateful enough?
Here are things I am thankful for today:
I am pretty deathly allergic to our cat Koko. I am also Koko’s favorite person. I don’t know if Koko is using me for my body….. heat ;D or if he just instinctively knows I need a little extra TLC. It is always an event when he decides to knead me with his needle sharp claws causing me to break out in hives. #feelingthelove
I am so grateful that on days when my household is off doing their ‘thang that I have 3 furry friends that make me smile every day.
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