For me, even when I am depressed, I am still the same Type A, obsessive perfectionist I have always been. My brain is still going a mile a minute, flooded with to do lists and goals and all of the other shit that plays in a loop in my head. My conundrum here is that... Continue Reading →
In a lot of ways, my life has improved immensely after being diagnosed with PMDD and going through treatment. Prior to that, I think I spent the majority of my days being terrified of everything. I was afraid to go to work because what if I had a melt down? What if I started crying... Continue Reading →
If you were to ask someone close to me, like my wife, where I was three months ago compared to where I am today, I’m confident she would tell you without a shred of doubt that I am leaps and bounds better than I was. If I look at the facts, if I look at... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, anytime I said something “inappropriate”, gossiped, or basically just said something my mother felt we shouldn’t be talking about, she would always hush me and say with a whisper “Shh…the neighbors will hear..” or something to that effect. We could literally be in our living room with the doors and... Continue Reading →
For years I refused to take medication. Mostly, I think my apprehension stems from watching my mother's relationship with medication. She was diagnosed with bi-polar after a suicide attempt and has been on a cocktail of medication. What I think scared me the most was the fact that I can always tell when she doesn't... Continue Reading →
"It's like I get one person for two or three weeks, and then that last week, I get a completely different person. My notes for the past three months literally say 'hopeful' for two weeks, then hopeless and depressed for the last week or two of the month. I can't officially diagnose you, but I think you have PMDD" she said with confidence.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've had this really terrible habit of giving up on something if I wasn't the best at it immediately. At 30, I still don't know how to ride a bike because I gave up within the first hour of trying because I kept falling. I remember my father... Continue Reading →