This is not a happy post. If you're seeking unicorns and butterflies, look elsewhere. My depression is silent. Most are unaware of its existence because I'm moderately functional on the surface, and I am foolishly proud of myself in that regard. If I can convince others that I'm ok, then I'll be ok. Right? You have it together. You know yourself so well. You're so confident!  You know what you want. I've had the above and similar phrases spoken to me over the last decade, but let me tell you something... They're a load of shit.  Today, I came home to a bedroom that was in shambles. Empty pizza boxes, piles of clean and dirty laundry strewn about (don't ask me which were clean and which weren't; I've forgotten at this point), unwashed dishes, etc (the list ashamedly goes on), and it hit me all of the sudden that I haven't been taking care of myself or my surroundings. It's a frustrating realization because ea

We've finally made it to another October. This has been one hell of a year so far (for brilliant and horrendous reasons both), but we still have a few months left to knock it out of the ballpark. I feel like the last 3 months of the year go the quickest. What with all the holidays (Halloween, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years...) and end-of-year pushes, we really aren't given much time to take a step back and observe. It forces us to be in the moment, and time tends to slip through our fingers like that. That, I think, is both a good and a bad thing, but that's not what this post is about. Maybe I'll write about that later. Last week , I let all of you know that I would, once again, be participating in National Novel Writing Month with hopes of getting back into my habit of Winning . I also informed you that I would be plotting out as much as possible over the month of October so I can be prepared (or at least have some sort of ballpark as to whe