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Clinical Depression Holiday Blues

Stoic Poet

I want to stop the tears
Turn off the water spout
Wish I could reach into my chest
and rip my heart right out

My bane, such pain
it’s driving me insane
Someone whack me with a cane
and release me from the strain

I don’t want to cry anymore
I am drowning deep within my core
Muscles are tight and sore
Life is too much a chore

Someday it will all end
I’ll break instead of bend
The ending of that trend
Will be such a God send

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Family Relationships Holiday Blues Personality Traits

Just in time for Mother’s Day

If only I had more time with my mom …

You Are Somewhat Like Your Mom

Believe it or not, you and your mom are pretty darn similar.
It may not seem like it at times, but you and your mom have a lot of common ground.
Over time, you’ll probably get closer … especially if you emphasize the things you like about each other.
Are You Like Your Mom?
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Holiday Blues

Holiday Rituals

What is the most off-the-wall topic you ever argued about at the Xmas dinner table? Yesterday I found myself arguing about who was the rightful heir to the throne of Elizabeth I. Yes, Elizabeth I, the daughter of Henry VIII, not the current Queen of England.

I love the holidays….NOT.

Just so you are sure that I am truly being sarcastic, here’s the results of a test I took yesterday.

You’re Totally Sarcastic
You sarcastic? Never! You’re as sweet as a baby bunny.
Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue – and you aren’t afraid to use it.
And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.

How Sarcastic Are You?

So, how were YOUR holidays?

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Holiday Blues

Bah Humbug: Update

My kissing ball was taken apart. Apparently it wasn’t up to snuff.

Oh well.

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Holiday Blues

Bah, Humbug

Last night I was asked to decorate a kissing ball. I have never seen nor heard of such a thing before in my life. Now, I don’t like doing things that I’ve never tried before, and I absolutely hate doing things that I’ve never done before without a clue as to what the finished product is supposed to do or look like. I was not going to get out of decorating this thing, though.

So there I am. I had this ball of artificial tree branches hanging from a red ribbon loop. I was set in front of a table full of stuff that I could use for decorations. I was given free reign to do as I pleased. And I was left alone to do it.

Okay, I understand the concept of decorating a tree for Christmas. But how the heck do you hang things off of branches sticking out from the bottom of a ball? What was the core of this ball made of? Nothing. There was nothing but branches projecting every which way from that thing. No Styrofoam center that everyone told me should be there for me to pin things to. So no one could tell me what the frig to do.

I tried. Honestly, I tried my best. Pine cones and ribbon bows wouldn’t stay put. Ornaments fell off. Flowers and leaves drooped. I never did figure out how the flower pins were supposed to work to keep things from moving. And I stubbornly refused to learn how to use a hot glue gun to do a project that I had no interest in completing in the first place. I finally just tied stuff to miscellaneous branches and called it done.

This should be a funny story, but it’s not. Not to me anyway. I burst into tears twice during the process. Thought about storming out of the house. Decided privately to spend Christmas alone next year. Went to bed early because I felt physically exhausted. All over a dumb ball of artificial tree branches that someone else decided that I should decorate.

I hate clinical depression.