Tag: mental-health
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wish you were dead (as a strategy)
Today I want to talk about wishing people dead. It’s terrible. I know. I feel kind of bad. Or do I? Maybe I don’t feel that bad about it. But have you ever had someone push all your buttons so hard that you wished they were dead. Or maybe just a little bit dead. Or…
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misery loves revenge
I think most people have heard the phrase, “misery loves company.” I know I have. Today I’d like to propose a new reimagined version, “Misery loves revenge”. What do you think? Can we work with it? I know I can in a very socio sort of way. Let me tell you about my thought process…
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dead to me box
I have a box. Not in the physical sense but in the emotional sense. I keep all my emotional baggage in it. If it was a real box, it might be giant-sized. It might take up a whole room or a whole house. But because, in true socio fashion, I prefer to hide my emotions,…
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signs of mad-ness
Today I want to talk about insanity as it relates to anger. Have you ever been in a situation when someone is so angry they go from mad to madness in an instant? Right in front of your eyes, in real time? What do you do? What can you say? How do you get out…
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lost and found
I’m trying to stay on a positive note these days, but I started thinking about feeling lost. The world is big and time moves on whether we like it or not. Just like you can’t stop the rain, you can’t stop time. What if you were lost and couldn’t find yourself? Where do you look…
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extra crispy extra broken
Sometimes things that are extra are good, sometimes not so much. For example, I hear that extra crispy chicken is really good. I’m not much of a fried chicken person, so I’ll defer to those that like fried chicken. But I digress. In clothing, size extra-large, not so good, in other things, extra-large (chicka-bow-wow) might…
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love me or hate me
I am the kind of person that you either love or hate. There is no in-between. I am like liver and onions, I hate it, but my dad used to love it. One time, when I was a little socio, my parents made me eat a piece of liver. I couldn’t leave the table until…
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my personal oubliette
There are many days in my socio life that I want to be alone. Sometimes it’s all day, sometimes it’s for a few hours or even for a few minutes just to get away from all the noise in the world. I need to be alone in my own thoughts. I think it’s a trait…
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tummy full of cheese
In my socio mind, I don’t have a lot of happy places. I really don’t have a lot of happy in general. I am ok with that, really I am. Sometimes a person’s “happy place” is not being happy at all. Ironic but kind of funny. Sometimes your happy place is a generic place, like…
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put a fork in my ear
How do you make someone stop talking? My socio soul has little voice that sometimes screams inside my head, “shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” But the outside world cannot hear it. I wish I had the ability to not hear the person talking. I can sing la la la inside my head, but the…
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hell no
Being a self-proclaimed socio, most of my daily life is dark already. I usually wake up salty because I have to get out of my nice warm, soft bed. I have to tend to pets, let out dogs, feed cats and forage for food for all. Some days I wake up and just think HELL…
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i know i’m broken, don’t try to fix me
We all have our things, our story, our childhood trauma, that situation that makes us damaged humans. If you want, you can deny it but deep down there is something that makes you who are you and it might not be good. You don’t want to talk about it, not really. But if you do…
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bad news zoom call
I want to talk about bad news. Well, I don’t really want to talk about bad news, that’s the point. Bad things happen, good things happen, nothing happens. In any situation I am perfectly fine with my socio self, not sharing anything, good or bad with the rest of the world. It’s kind of my…
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life’s a bitch…
Life’s a bitch and then you die. Is death harder than life? We all know that life can be hard. But is dying the hardest part of life? I’m inclined to think that the act of dying is the hardest on the person doing the dying. It seems to make sense but upon more reflection,…
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