Writing down troughs I been thinkin’.

I was watching one of my true crime shows and yet again, the family and friends of the person are saying what a wonderful, big-hearted person they were who would never hurt a fly.
Y’all, if something ever happens, be honest. ”She was a know-it-all, sarcastic woman who didn’t like people and probably rolled her eyes and let out an audible ’ughhhh’ at the wrong person in Best Buy when the person in front of her actually wanted to apply for the credit card in line.”

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What is a ”bedroom community” and why do a lot of people in true-crime shows live in them? Is it just a suburb? Because all communities have bedrooms. I’m confused.

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There is a show called ”Accident, Suicide, or Murder?” Spoiler: they’re always murders even if it can’t be proven. Example: a woman was found with 27 stab wounds, knife still in the chest. Several stab wounds in the back of the neck, one through her brain stem, therefore she wouldn’t be capable of continuing stabbing herself through her chest. That ain’t a suicide. It was ruled a suicide.

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I watched a show called ”Serial Killer Sharks” as part of Shark Week and I can’t stop thinking about it. They’re killing otters for no reason. I hope the next season of Mindhunter explores this.

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Here’s a pronunciation guide for Kamala Harris’ name because I’ve heard 236 people butcher it on tv. It’s Comma-la.

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Have y’all seen that Herman Cain and Charlie Daniels are still tweeting from their official Twitter accounts? Y’all, Twitter is haunted. If I ever tweet from the grave, send help. Ghostbusters. The FBI. The Ancient Aliens guy. Somebody.

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No excuses this year.

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This is from the Late Late Show.

For some reason, one of Trump’s main issues is water-saving shower heads. Roll the footage.

Longtime readers know I very rarely get political, but this political climate is taking its toll. I’m having anxiety about it. I’m dreading conversations and future interactions. It’s very stressful. I was only a baby when Richard Nixon resigned. I was in high school during Clinton’s impeachment. This is so incredibly difficult. I try not to watch the news. I only read reputable news sources.

Still, being on the other side of the present administration fills me with anxiety.

From The New Yorker: a Monument to Anxiety.

Last week I posted on what anxiety looks like and what depression looks like. Today I’m showing a graphic of what self-care may look like.

It’s the first week of virtual school here — I’ll be implementing some of these tonight.

I feel this.

This was pre- and more for post-Coronavirus.

Yes, it’s from the real Wolf of Wall Street, and yes, he’s a motivational speaker now — but this is a great quote. And we have the same birthday.

Yesterday I posted about anxiety; today let’s look at depression.

I see dozens of Facebook and Instagram friends posting about staying in PJs, having dirty hair, not getting out, overeating, and not engaging. These are things that can be nothing or can be signs of depression if it’s lasted for a while. Sure, if you’re working from home you don’t HAVE to get dressed, but get dressed. It’s easy not to. Shower, even if you’re not going anywhere. Eat when you’re hungry. Engage, even if it’s only texts.

Man, I’ve been there many, many times, but I’m properly diagnosed and medicated and I AM GOOD. Do I have rough days? Yep. But it’s usually because I’m mad that my knee hurts. Or regular stuff that happens to everyone. But I don’t get don’t often.

Here are some indicators of depression if you’ve been down longer than you should. If you want to talk to someone about it, do it. If you don’t have anyone, shoot me an email. You can be ok, you really can.