tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79797468725088250972024-02-20T17:07:18.322-05:00MidwayYou ever suddenly "get it" and then immediately want to give it back?Joelle Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484443464515842975noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979746872508825097.post-69080426295400932512014-12-19T13:58:00.010-05:002021-05-01T01:28:22.025-04:00RE: OCD or "nO oNE CaReS AbouT yOuR dISorDer i tYpe hOW I waNt"
So, there was this:
Which ended up, eventually, motivating me to comment. After a couple additions and edits, it looks like this:
RE: OCD.
Here's what it is like for me to have OCD- this 'concept' that I have been diagnosed with, that people enjoy mocking [and will continue to mock even after I write this], that few people understand and many enjoy as a replacement for the whole Joelle Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484443464515842975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979746872508825097.post-66361540519848492352014-09-19T17:46:00.004-04:002020-07-29T00:45:27.789-04:00#WhyIStayed #WhyILeft #WhatToSayI have been seeing lately, pretty much all over the place, various calls to action, personal accounts, cries of outrage in response to the latest ridiculous public event revolving around domestic abuse and a public figure. I had posted something from Upworthy, trying to make a point about what a lot of people don't realize about trying to leave abusive relationships: when people try to leave themJoelle Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484443464515842975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979746872508825097.post-8019252695292316782014-09-12T03:52:00.000-04:002020-03-30T01:58:40.569-04:00I kind of started crying in CVSI say kind of because it's hard to like, have a good sob unless you are just full on hysterical.
It's like, you turn away from the magazines with Robin Williams on them and then you are looking at plastic grinning pumpkins, right across the aisle from the last remnants of insulated drink cups, cheap beach chairs, 5$ sun dresses. When I realized I should stop looking back and forth from the Joelle Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484443464515842975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979746872508825097.post-88055823202591240252013-06-17T17:24:00.001-04:002020-05-21T14:41:19.620-04:00Why should I be sorry?This deviates enough from the typical crazy discussion that it may just serve to keep you on your toes.
I want to reveal something to everyone.
Something that no one ever acknowledges- my family, my best friends, people I date, those I talk to on a regular basis [who may or may not fall into any one of those categories].
Are you sitting down?
I AM FAT.
I'll wait as everyone expresses that Joelle Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484443464515842975noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979746872508825097.post-16738793932152651282007-05-24T20:35:00.000-04:002020-03-30T02:02:19.100-04:00The new boogeyman.It's really hard being bipolar. Well, duh.
But, really. It just plain sucks. I can't control my moods even when I think they are in my fist. Always, something else is coming around the corner. Some new undiscovered territory that hasn't yet screwed with me.
I'm so sick of this. I'm feeling so extraordinarily pessimistic. I'm not a pessimistic person. It feels as though nothing is working. Joelle Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484443464515842975noreply@blogger.com0