Weather, If You Could Not Do The Whole Downpour While Sunny Thing, That'd Be Great.

Sometimes I feel like messaging someone because I think their blog is cool. Then, I wonder, "Why bother?" Not like it makes much of a difference to anyone. There's so much hate and garbage being thrown at anyone who posts an opinion or pictures they immediately assume you want something from them when you send a message. Apparently, no one does anything in this world if there's no immediate material or sexual profit. Guess some of us just like to see the world burn by saying or doing something nice without expecting anything for it. But at this point, I won't even bother with that anymore. All that's ever returned is suspicion or some awkward response.

This sounds like a good song for a funeral.

If I ever mostly die, I want science to put me in one of these.

How are the meds going? How do you feel? ❤

Well, you were right about how they're supposed to work. They don't even help ease the sadness, anger. They're just supposed to give you more energy and help focus. Doesn't make sense why humans would even bother to invent such a useless medication. Medication is supposed to be coupled with therapy, but what good is that if my mind has hard-wired itself to be, well, me?I wish you could have another opportunity to try them. Maybe they would work for you. Maybe you'd run into an incredible doctor, counselor, or someone completely new, and you could start to piece back together. Medication doesn't necessarily work the same on everyone, but the right support is essential. Otherwise, it'll only make things, in a way, worse. It's only easier to focus on the dark now.Thanks for checking on me. You are an incredible person. I'm sure it's impossible to convince yourself, but there are a lot of us out there who think so about you.Hope you're having a good day/evening/night. Hope tomorrow brings at even one moment of clarity and stillness.

The sandwich community must have been outraged.

All these posts about depression and breaking down crying seem so foreign to me. When I break down, I could be mistaken as a pre-Joker Joker. Is that abnormal even by depression standards? Maybe when squared, depression becomes insanity...

... Never thought I’d be the one to help shatter someone’s illusion... Did I really help save her? She’s so tired. She’s so numb. She’s so confused. She knew something was wrong. That’s why after four years, she reached out to me. She spent the last year being worn down, and she knew it couldn’t be right. She reached out to me partially to fill a void her soon-to-be ex-husband didn’t. I knew that wasn’t healthy. We talked about anything and everything. We aren’t afraid to talk to each other now, because we’ve both grown. She told me what he was. I told her what he really was, and a part of her knew. It took her a few days, and some googling to finally see what I saw right away. It’s hurt her so much. She didn’t want to believe what I knew was abuse (both physically and mentally) was what had been happening to her. Article after article told her the same things, and they described everything he’d been doing. She’s so tired and numb now. No one could want this for someone they love. In the end, it’s her choices, her willingness to heal, and time that will see her rebuild. I’ll be beside her wherever she is. But, as much as I’ve hurt her for destroying what she thought was her dream, her illusion. I couldn’t stand aside and walk away quietly like I’ve done for so long. If you see abuse, know someone who is being abused, or if you are the one being abused, whether it’s courage or a spurt of madness, reach out to someone. There are so many advice lines. So many counselors. Hospitals. Even law enforcement. Don’t be the one to see or know and do nothing. If you are the one in it, breathe deep, know you are worth more than how you’re being treated, and find someone to talk to. Anyone can get you started to saving your life, even yourself. It’s less unknown to stay in the situation you are in, but it’s not safer.

Raised off-the-grid in the remote Oregon wilderness, artist Gypsie Raliegh takes inspiration from anxiety, death, and heartbreak and combines darkness with whimsy in her comics to explore loneliness as a way of life. Source

Going to make a CD called "The Sounds of Waking Up" which will showcase the wondrous groans, creaking, and stumbling around after long nights and naps. It could also go by the other name "The Sounds of Being an Ent".

A very rare, "I can't even" moment.

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jan/06/real-american-sniper-hate-filled-killer-why-patriots-calling-hero-chris-kyle At first, I thought I'd go off on a ridiculously long rant responding to this article. Then, I attempted to think. Instead of analyzing her article, what if we analyze her in a similar fashion as a movie? We are going to take someone we know absolutely nothing about, and develop a treatise which will, hereafter eternally, be viewable the Internet over. Outwardly, she is obnoxious, unfit, self-serving, prejudiced, narrow-minded, and untalented. Her life's story is no different than millions; her life is of no more consequence than millions. She feels she deserves something for the relative nothing she has put into her life. She reviews the purpose of films as if she is a victim of something she will never experience. She thinks she has knowledge and wisdom of a world she has not lived. Her award(s) is unfounded and no more than a "Thank you for playing" in the journalist community. She demonstrates a North American, West Coast, hipster ignorance that has become popular for its supposed open-mindedness. Inwardly, however, I'd like to believe Ms. Lindy is as much a human as everyone else on the planet. Though her societal stature has demarcated an ability to assume the role of several humans, which gives her that many times more credence to critique the character of others, I will hold faith her heart is no nearer failure than anyone half of her own character. She means well in that she feels people should research those they would call a "hero" before bestowing the title; however, if the details of everyone's life were available to the public, Muhammed, Jesus, Buddha, etc., would be grey characters in every history book. We all need heroes. Sacrifice their bad for their good. Emulate their good side, but do not forget their humanity.