I went off my antidepressants, and now I’m working on myself. It’s uncomfortable as hell. It’s the most difficult DIY project of my life.
I’m done with this week. Or really, I should say “this week is done with me.” It won. It beat me. I give up. Someone I love passed away, far too young, and we say good-bye to her on Tuesday. It was only the… Continue Reading “Knock knock me over”