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by Samantha

Rated: E · Book · Experience · #2336510

Experiences and thoughts based on my everyday life

This book will contain my daily thoughts.

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Soldier_Mike

Jul 15, 2025 at 11:58pm
In response to "I Didn't Follow the Golden Rule"

I understand how strict leasing folks can be, so I hope you, Rick and your daughter can come up with a truly workable solution. I'm very glad your psych was able to get you back on track, meds-wise.

Jeff

Jun 19, 2025 at 11:54pm
In response to "The Invisible One"

I'm sorry that things have been so difficult for you lately, and I can definitely identify with the anxiety of being in Los Angeles and seeing what's going on here. But I'm glad you're doing the things you need to do (therapy, taking the time to write, etc.) to get through it!

Jeffrey Meyer

Jun 9, 2025 at 8:49pm
In response to "Doubt Creeps."

We are out own worst enemies. Well...us and Rick's bitchy ex.

Recently having had my diagnosis of depression upgraded to bipolar II with depressive something- or- other, I understand and appreciate what you mean about: "Oh THAT'S why I do that!" Now if I could only put that knowledge to good use. *eyeroll*

It's hard to stand and not run (or crawl inside, which is my safety coping mechanism). But you're standing. I guess it's kinda like AA: you're standing today, and that's the best you can do. Tomorrow, you'll do the best you can.

I have a feeling you'll do even a little bit better than today.

--Jeffrey

Stik to My Own Beat

Jun 5, 2025 at 3:55pm
In response to "Sometimes, the Trade Off does Not Seem Worth It"

Yeah, chemo is rough. I know it was quite a lot for my mom to endure (although strangely the radiation made her more likely to nap).

Stik to My Own Beat

May 14, 2025 at 2:24pm
In response to "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

That...seems a bit off, at least to me. I'm also surprised Rick didn't mention an NDA. As someone who works with data that falls under HIPPA protection, I have been forthcoming with my husband of what I can/cannot share with him.

Jeffrey Meyer

Apr 28, 2025 at 4:25pm
In response to "It'll Be Okay, Right?"

I am won't to piss and moan about the house I live in. There's a lot of problems with it. But there's a lot of people that would LIVE to have a house with problems, because it beats having no house at all.

Your perseverance keeps people like me humble.

I hope we are very soon reading of your successes again, my friend.

--Jeffrey

Dorianne

Mar 15, 2025 at 5:59pm
In response to "Good Soup."

I wish that I had to patience to do all of the steps to prepare the fabulous meal you described. This sounded and I/m sure) tasted like a masterpiece.
I do cook but someone always puts their foot in their mouth by saying I used the phone to call for something like take out, instead of the actual work.
My thought is BRAVO! Your husband and his son were treated to a meal that would be declared 'fit for a king!'
The instructions were clear. You shared your step by step work. You made it sound easy. The whole thing would motivate someone to try to cook as well.
Thanks for sharing. And I might have to try some dish like that in the future. I have enough cook books so that could be easy.

Conrad Moriarty

Mar 10, 2025 at 2:20pm
In response to "Hello, my name is..."

Awesome to hear of your strength, conviction, and inherited wisdom! I am fascinated by spirit guides. Anyway,
I’m new here. Conrad Moriarty, but alas, that is not my real name
😅

July 15, 2025 at 8:21pm

#1093503

I Didn't Follow the Golden Rule

"I didn't follow the golden rule. I'm sorry."

The words I said last night to my fiancé as I was having a very vivid dream. I have been plagued by dreams that wouldn't fall under the night terrors category, but I am talking in my sleep almost nightly. Rick, my fiancé reports back to me in the morning.

I remember forcing myself awake last night. Rick was stroking my hair as he softly said, "You're okay. You're safe. I love you. You're beautiful." I turned over and was out again.

I spent the whole of last deep in withdrawal from Seroquel, which I use for insomnia. There had been a miscommunication between my insurance and the pharmacy, which left me without my medication, and withdrawing. It was nothing short of terrible. Intense body aches, headache, extreme stomach pain and diarrhea.

I called my psych and made an appointment. At first, the receptionist said they couldn't get me in until a week later. I explained my symptoms, and he scheduled a call for the next morning at 7:30.

Daniel, my psych (yes we are on a first name basis) called before I even had a chance to wipe the sleep out of my eyes. He was empathetic, as usual, and figured out the issue with my insurance, and managed to find a work around that would give me what I needed.

That day was scary. The abdominal pain was awful, and if I hadn't had the new prescription to take that night, I would have gone to the hospital, which I never do unless absolutely necessary. Rick picked my meds up after work, and thank goodness the re-introduction to Seroquel seemed to stop the pain I had been dealing with for days.

To say I am stressed is a vast understatement. I love having my daughter here, and if we did not have such a restrictive lease, having her here on a more long term basis would be no problem. But the lease is a lease. So I have to make a plan for her, and I have ZERO ideas about how I am going to pull this off.

I don't want her to feel alone or discarded. My only solution is to take her to my brother's and stay with her- killing two birds with one stone. We would have a break from having to hide her, and we could help my brother get moved out of his house. I hate being away from Rick, but I will do whatever I need to to ensure she is safe and ok.

I think I am suffering from some serious fatigue. It has been triggering to say the least.

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