This is story #3 from my 12 stories in 12 months challenge. I honestly don’t know what to think of it. The prompt was “Tag” and the word count was 2500. It was a bit of a struggle to write as it is not typical of my stories. There’s a lot more description than I…
I hate thinking about myself and talking about myself. That may sound strange coming from someone who has spent the last six months chronicling his divorce and depression, but it’s true*. It makes for a weird dynamic in therapy. Therapy is all about me, but I’m always trying to change the subject. When I fail…
I’ve never been a good sleeper. I’m quite jealous of those who are. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember, and, according to my parents, it was the case before that. Sleeping is just not a talent I was born with, nor is it a skill I’ve been able to develop. Naturally, depression…
As I’ve said before, there’s a lot that has happened to me during my divorce that I wasn’t expecting. The latest happened to me in the grocery store a few days ago. I got in line to buy my stuff. When I got up to the cashier, I became acutely aware that she was very…
