Where Am I Now?

It’s been a par­tic­u­lar­ly try­ing week. I’ve been feel­ing so jad­ed. Broken. Helpless. Undefined.

Both the cause and the con­se­quence is that I’ve been sleep­ing ter­ri­bly late­ly. Next week I’m going to try to have a more self-con­trol and stay on a strict sched­ule. Bring some order into my life.

I tried to make an appoint­ment with my ther­a­pist, since I have $300 men­tal health cov­er­age with my work per cal­en­dar year (although this only amounts to two ses­sions). Unfortunately, I need a refer­ral from my fam­i­ly doc­tor to claim the cov­er­age, because refer­rals are only good for one year, and it’s been that long since I saw him.

I think of how judg­men­tal my dad was when I told him I was see­ing a psy­chol­o­gist. But then I real­ize that he’s prob­a­bly the only per­son I feel like I can real­ly talk to right now (my ther­a­pist, not my dad). I wish I could talk to my friends, but my thoughts are either too embar­rass­ing to admit to them, or too com­pli­cat­ed for them to under­stand.

I’ve been lis­ten­ing to some qui­et, som­bre stuff late­ly. Trying to acquire a taste for Leonard Cohen’s mid­dle years, when he trad­ed in his gui­tar for horns and vio­lins, even some Depeche Mode. Depeche Fucking Mode. It has­n’t been help­ing.

I just don’t know what to do with myself late­ly. But I’m pret­ty sure I real­ly need to cry right now.


  1. I am in a fuck­ing funk right now also. I would total­ly love to chill with you and be mis­ery bud­dies. Maybe we could look at ceil­ing stars.

    • We should total­ly do that. I have some new music I’d like to explore (and I think would be per­fect) while we do that too.

  2. When not being glib­bly oblique on Twitter, I con­fess I’m pret­ty much there myself. Compounded by phys­i­cal prob­lems a young per­son would­n’t expe­ri­ence, as far as the sleep goes. If I weren’t hav­ing a trip to look for­ward to, and dis­tract myself with, I’d be talk­ing to a shrink right now too. Am won­der­ing how it will be when I return. Hoping for some ran­dom cathar­tic change to drop out of Paris skies.

    I know you prob­a­bly think we are too dif­fer­ent, but you have my vic­ar­i­ous hug.

    • I’m tak­ing a mini-trip out of town next week­end to get away as well. I haven’t been away in a while, so I sus­pect it’ll be quite ther­a­peu­tic.

  3. I guess we’ll sort of be in the same boat when you come next week­end…

    I am now forced to accept that things are over between me and A…

    I just don’t know what to do with myself any­more.. I don’t have any friends left and nobody to talk to.. sucks..

    It’s very hard to keep myself busy when I don’t feel like doing any­thing.. but doing noth­ing is even worse because it’s so depress­ing..

    I’ve slept an aver­age of 4 hours a night the past month.. my eyes have big black balls under­neath them…

    • Damn, you’ll have to tell me all about it when I get there. At least we’ll both sort of be in the same place.

  4. I guess we all have the I‑want-to-cry moments once in a while. Whatever makes you feel bet­ter.


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