Depression has reached a dangerous level. *ouch*
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via phantomdicksyndrome)
I feel bad about not feeling bad about it. :/
My mom told me a neat story about my Great Great Grandma that I feel like telling. When anyone in the town would get sick they would come to her and she would mix up some medicine of some sort and burn it in a pipe and blow it on the places that needed to be fixed, she would whisper things while she was doing it too. I always thought that was a neat thing. :]
In my hometown a small grocery store used to sell water in a can. It was the best water I have ever drank. I miss it so much. :P
what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder
1. no one ever congratulates you for doing the really difficult things like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or staying alive 2. every friendship you make is a countdown to the moment when they finally can’t deal with the missed calls and canceled hangouts every friendship is on a timer every friendship expires sooner, not later 3. you hear phrases like “bootstraps” over and over...
My blog is turning into a doggie blog. But I am very sad and puppies make me happy so my blog will be filled with them.