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Everything has been a wash. I’m a fucking burden. I hate not walking. I’m supposed to sing at a fundraiser Nov 7. I picked a depressing fucking song.
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I’m smarter than most of the people around me. Besides my mother, who is very intelligent. Besides Ceila, who is also very ghetto fabulous, as she would say. And besides a small handful of a couple other people from the various places I work. I am often surrounded by incompetence. I am frustrated to clean…
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These meds work too well sometimes. Things were pretty bad on depakote, I still ended up in the hospital, but this combination of abilify with lamotrigine makes me have a very flat affect. I look like a robot. Internally I am both depressed and not depressed. Depressed enough to notice that I can’t do anything…
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I settled on a second song. Remember Black Mirror? In particular, the second episode titled 15 Million Merits. It featured a singing contest and the character in the show sang Anyone Who Knows What Love Is, by Irma Thomas. It’s old. And unsettling. Black Mirror would continue to feature the song as an easter egg…
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Mental health is a funny thing. It varies depending on culture and language. There are all these mental disorders in the Western world. I think other cultures have their own version of what poor mental health looks like. Inevitably, there is a breakdown in functioning. Here in the US, a patient may stop their meds,…
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I am running out of time! I need to decide on a second song for the show in less than two weeks! First I will sing Journey to the Past. I’d like a spooky song, something like Sally’s Song, for my second number. But Sally’s Song is too short. Then I was working on Come…



