I can’t think of a suitable title other than ‘ugh’.

My depression used to be 'attractive'. When I was young, slim, and vibrant, being sad was a magnet for people who wanted to 'heal' me and make me smile. Now I'm fat, old, and alone (self-imposed isolation, I admit. But it's hard to get out of the pattern), it's much less attractive to people. Who... Continue Reading →

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Better (a poem)

Every time, Every single fucking time I try to do something to help myself, To distinguish my sorry little self so that I'm no longer pointless, Every time, Someone has got there first. There is nothing new under the sun. Someone has already got it done, And they did it Better than me. So why... Continue Reading →

Same old same old

I don't have the energy for it. The energy not just to BE happy but to keep it up. The trouble is, every time I try and then stop, it's like starting over, exactly as it was in the beginning, and sometimes worse, which is hard for people to understand. Especially my mother. 'But you... Continue Reading →

Just a journal entry

Just scared the cat by screaming and she won’t go near me; now my daughter and her boyfriend have walked back in so my tears have dried and I’m preparing to be all ‘Hey, did you have a fun evening, mine was totally fine and normal, I’m totally fine and normal, I didn't cry until... Continue Reading →

A Social Media Failure

I tried to win at YouTube but no one liked my stuff, I tried Instagramming but my art's not good enough. I attempted blogging but had nothing much to say, Plus all my decent posts were depressing anyway. Facebook just got too much, I had to leave it be When I saw my ex having... Continue Reading →

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