“So much for keeping our secrets up high.”

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I haven’t posted in a while. The Depression Monster is standing on my neck (and I refuse to give that bitch a voice.) I discovered a podcast called My Favorite Murder. Yep. I’m a Murderino. (Pauses for judgment.) I didn’t know it, but the only thing holding me back from indulging my morbid curiosity was my former unawareness of Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark’s hilarious, embraceable approach to storytelling. It still scares the shit out of me sometimes, but they figured out how to soothe the terror with humor. It’s an incredible skill.

So that’s where I’ve been. Not done yet; I’ll post more when I feel like myself again. ✌🏽💜

5 thoughts on ““So much for keeping our secrets up high.”

  • Oh girl, I feel you so much. You’re not alone; I’m in a similar boat. But you described it so much more clearly than I could’ve 😉. I’ve got alexithymia pretty bad, so sometimes I don’t know if I’m depressed or not, but yeah it looks like I might be. Haven’t felt like myself in at least a couple years, maybe almost 3? It’s hard to say because it sneaks up on me. It may have happened in phases/stages, I’m not sure. Life is shifting, that much I know. All I can say is, hang in there, Wiser Sister! I’m with you, always, even when I’m quiet 😘💓🤗💖

  • Safe hugs with the right amount of pressure until you’re ready to let go, Sis. I’m beside you, (giggling at podcasts because they make depression suck a little less.) Proud of you for recognizing what’s standing on your neck, knowing it’s hard to see from there. 💜💜🥰

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