
I'M SO INSPIRED!!!... Oh No, Am I Manic?
Earlier this week, I wrote about how it can sometimes be difficult to assess whether or not depression is indicative of your personality....

Mailbag: Do I Suffer From Depression, Or Am I Just a Miserable Bastard?
Hello Readers, I'm writing this post in hopes of starting a weekly "mailbag" question to answer on this here bloggy blog. I'm clearly not...

Dear Christine
T/W - Graphic talk of suicide/self-harm Dear Christine, I hate to punt the prompt of a writing assignment, but If I had a week to live, I...

This is a Landmark Moment in My Life, Says Dead-Behind-The-Eyes Poster
We've all done it. We've all made a big announcement on social media. A baby. A marriage. A new house. A booking. A race. A milestone. An...

The Art of Taking a Joke
Hi. Fooled ya. Welcome to my clickbait. There is no art of "taking a joke". You can either "take" one, or you don't. But is it really...

Sweat Is Just Your Fat Crying
Getting fat again was never part of the plan. Not that the last two years were remotely part of any fucking plan, but alas, I cannot...

Money is the Root of All Guilt
When you've been on television (what a fucking humble opening), there is sometimes the misconception that I live in a house similar to...

Be a Man
Digging up old stuff is fun. I actually can't bring myself to watch this video anymore, for numerous reasons, but in reading the poem, I...

Whoops, I Feel Good. What Now?
Coming out of a depressive episode is confusing as fuck. For me, wallowing is a form of complacency. There's a certain acceptance I begin...

The Quarantine Reunion Special
The television landscape is obsessed with bringing the old gang back together. For every excellent original series that graces our screen...