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The lived experience of being dead inside. Best post I can offer right now. On March 13, 2014 by theweirdphilosopher. I stop writing after five words because I don t know why I would want to post my thoughts on a blog written by a person who has nothing much to do with myself. I m not her anymore, and I don t have her largely imaginary problems. Some that don t require we stay il.

Yma has a blog! Thoughts and other minutiae. Time Flies When a Lot of Shit Is Going Down. Been staying with my mom which has been interesting, but not as bad as it could be.

Waking up happens as it does. And shaking off what I dreamed. I attend to the needs of the cats, I sip at something, and I sit. Scheduling is the first work of the day, ensuring that all accounts are covered. Somewhere in the first quarter of completion, I will inevitably fold my arms into parallel lines on the breakfast bar and enshroud my head within them for a moment that is always too short.

STAYING STANDING IN A CHEMICALLY IMBALANCED WORLD.

Coping and living with PTSD, Depression and extreme childhood trauma. Sex, shame and guilt. Lethargy, sleeplessness and motivation. Music, poetry, etc. On PTSD times two? Deadjosh on PTSD times two? On PTSD times two? .

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An Introvert in an Extroverted World. I am going through something that is keeping me from doing my favorite things, like blogging. Phew, need to calm down. Asymp; Leave a comment. Does anyone have any advice on marketing my book? An interesting and detailed description of the INFJ.

OMG! Last time around I was under heavy stress with a failed summer romance and study. Now I have neither on my plate and for the last two years, I have been keeping to myself and living in a bubble. That is both good and bad. I have also had multiple failed attempts to quit smoking. Due to a lack of money, I am forced to go without, however when I do re.

When I first started climbing, I remember hearing a lot of words that made absolutely no sense. When the much more climbing savy person with you is yelling, hand heel the green jug! Post, I fol.