Lies, Lies, Lies

As much as I don’t like to admit it, the depression has got a pretty firm grip on me. Last night’s sleep came a little earlier than it has been lately, but was interrupted several times during the night so I didn’t get the kind that refreshes and renews. I can’t believe I’m having this much trouble sleepingContinue reading “Lies, Lies, Lies”

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot?

Wow, talk about things coming out of left field… I was basically accused of being depressed (which I’m not) and “hiding” behind a fake name on Facebook (which I do strictly for privacy reasons). And when I presented facts to the contrary, the person all but said I was lying, thus making me question momentarily whether I really am crazy after all,Continue reading “Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot?”