One does not equal the other

I feel hopeless. I would guess that people who throw around words and concepts like depression or blame bipolar on everything would say “you’re just depressed. Things will look up.” But I’m not depressed. Hopeless doesn’t mean I am depressed. I’m not depressed at all. But I do feel hopeless. It’s the situation with myContinue reading “One does not equal the other”

“Fuck it. I’m going to the Bahamas.”

After months and months and more months of a nightmare of harassment involving my downstairs neighbor, it culminated with proof to me in court last week that neither I nor the police could do a damn thing about the situation. Emotionally, this came really close to full on breaking me. I needed to get myContinue reading ““Fuck it. I’m going to the Bahamas.””