I'm tired. Really, really, bone achingly tired. It's been a month now and I've waited patiently for the energy levels to kick up a notch or ten. But here I am, yawning and yawning, having spent yet another day feeling like I'm either getting or recovering from the flu. It's not fun. It's boring and … Continue reading Treading water
Day 27. And boy, oh boy, is the addictive voice laying it on thick: "It's a long weekend. You're stuck at home with a sick child and there's nothing you should be doing, nowhere to be. Why not have a drink or two (six, seven, eight...) and relax? You've got nothing scheduled for tomorrow, so what … Continue reading Bleurgh
When I was in a relationship with El Fuckwitto, we lived in a variety of houses. Each one had it's downfalls- too old and dilapidated, too far from the action of the inner west, too small, too full of mice, too small again (this time with young children) and too far from having a happy, … Continue reading Why I don’t love my home
Ahh, how I love a rental inspection. Nothing more uplifting and enjoyable than having a virtual stranger come into your humble home and check that you are not turning it into a crack den. I've had the pleasure of experiencing rental inspections many, many times; I've learned to relish the vague feeling of having my … Continue reading The Rental Inspection
I've started 3 different posts, get a third of the way into them and then completely lose the thread of what I want to write. Nothing is coming out the way I want it to and so the perfectionist in me says 'Don't bother'. It's a metaphor for my life. Too hard, give up. If … Continue reading Aaaargh!
Nine days without alcohol. The longest stretch I've has this year. Shouldn't I be feeling good? Proud and pleased with myself? Full of beans and energy? Nope, nope and nope. I don't feel awful, I don't feel good. I'm just kind of feeling...meh. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that I haven't had … Continue reading Time waits for no man (or woman)
And acts like a duck, then it's probably......a duck. Or, in this case, depression. I fear that the Black Dog is nipping at my heels, yet again. It's something I've learned to be on guard against. Experience has gifted me the ability to hear it barking, far in the distance and to observe it creeping, … Continue reading If it looks like a duck….
It's Day 6, I have no desire to drink whatsoever, but I'm feeling flat, flat, flat. Part of me is thinking 'this is why I drink', because often, when I don't, I feel like this. It's as though there is no colour or vibrancy in life. Just a monotonous shade of grey, permeating my thoughts, … Continue reading Fell on Black Days
Hahaha! My second blog post so soon! Why? Well, after I finished my first post, I closed down my laptop and waited for the feeling of ease I'd anticipated, to wash over me. It did not. I had expected that by starting my blog, I would feel a sense of accomplishment, a sense of See?! … Continue reading This is hard
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