This morning I took three hours to get myself ready for the kung-fu class I love. I then spent another 45 minutes in tears when I couldn't make it out of the house.
All in Mental Health
The Biological Brain Illness Attack
What happens when our favorite superheroes are attacked using their very own brain?
A personal piece about my last several weeks away from cmx499.
The Wordly Wise Gang - One man’s long history with not getting shit done.
I just hate the fact that they bring up the same damn question I’ve asked myself almost my entire life.
Do I honestly struggle to get things done?
Or am I just lazy and full of shit?
Diary of a Legal Meth Addict
Does this sound familiar? You or a loved one or just someone you know has a chronic illness. Treatment for this illness includes taking medication daily. You go to your doctor’s office and you’re prescribed that medication. With today’s technology you don’t get a paper script anymore. You just tell them your pharmacy, not the just company, the local one near your home and zap! Bing! They send it right to your pharmacist where it’s waiting for you when you arrive. Normally that medication will have a number of refills. When it’s time for a refill you can call your pharmacist or even just access them via an app and zap again, your refill is ready. No more refills? That’s all right. If your doctor’s office doesn’t need to see you they just send another prescription and all’s good. Now put a figurative pin in that.
A Birthday's Reflections - Depression, Entrepreneurship and Gratitude
One year ago today I thought I was in the best place I had been in years. I had just started a brand new job with a very well known organization with a strong brand. The job came with a good title and an even better salary. I had earned that job working hard to get it from cover letter to my last interview. It helped that I had worked myself into a very good place. Since January of that year I had been eating right and exercising and working. I had lost over 20 pounds. I was active. My business mind was churning on cylinders. Hell, it was installing new cylinders in my brain and learning faster than Joshua playing tic-tac-toe (I honestly just thought that on up, but you can bet I will be spending the rest of the week patting myself on the back for that reference).
Switch to today. I no longer have that job.
Professional Talent and Depression
I have recently come to a strong realization. One that hopefully will allow me and, more importantly, those with whom I work and share my life, to work better together. That realization is that hiding my biggest problem does more harm for me than good. To be blunt: it bites me in the ass.
Well my butt has enough gouges from this so I’m going to swallow my fear and clack this out:
I suffer from chronic anxiety and depression. I have pretty much my entire life.