May 2012
I swear by a few things when the weather get too hot to stand. Whether it is Northern California dry heat, or Florida sweltering humidity, I need these things to get me through my day:
- Breathable shorts to wear under my dresses/skirts for my mad thigh-rubbing, heat rash, bumps, etc. Mine are by…
No, you really cannot fucking choose to be happy. You can spend years trying to be happy and praying that if you fake it long enough that you eventually will be but it doesn’t work. All pretending to be happy does is exhaust you. Hiding the fact that you’re sick is exhausting….
I was stuck in this situation last night. Speaking with a lady in her mid thirties who’s going through incredible physical health problems. Her doubt and negativity towards her own life seemed to engulf what I told her about my depression. She told me I was too young to be feeling like this and should just perk up and enjoy life. I sat there and just nodded along. I wasn’t moaning about how terrible my life was, I was merely stating the fact that right now I am not feeling well. But never the less she continued to chip away and belittle what I was saying.
I cannot fucking stand ‘Hardship Competitions’! I acknowledged your pain, now give me the same respect please.