The Depression Diaries

Not sure why I’m starting this blog. I think everyone has a certain need to be heard sometimes (or in this case, the illusion of being read). If the world is a stage it is nice to pretend that I have an audience. In my strange desire to be anonymous but still talk about myself, most of the stuff that I will write will be autobiographical fiction — like James Frey, but with less lying and making crap up.

I guess an intro is in order: I’m 28, single, and have the world’s most awesome dog (Tai – short for kick-ass red-haired little bitch). I have lots of parent issues, but I love my family more than anything else in the world. When I was 12, I thought I would have life figured out by now, but at least now I know that people who think they have everything figured out are arrogant assholes anyway (: I hate cold showers (just literally, I’ve learned how to deal with the figurative ones). My favorite go-to depression activity is lying catatonic in bed while feeling sorry for myself. Oh, and I’m on Prozac I just got off Prozac and I’m doign ok so far.