On Life and Love

Diagnosis: Depression

Yes, I’ve been so rude as to not respond to email. No, I haven’t been posting here. Yes, I can barely get out of bed in the mornings.

There’s not really much more to say than that.

I’m alive, but tired, frustrated, and very likely to take a mallet to the face of anyone who crosses me, most especially my dear WO. (After all, he’s often within arm’s reach.)

Oh, and I put out two kitchen fires last night.

…Within five minutes of each other.

In good news, my phone interview with Teach for America went well, I think.

I want more private time than I can get, hence the lack of writing here or reading of other blogs (except one). Trust me, there’s equal seclusion and hermitude going on in the Lissa-love shack. Me and my paper journal are making good time, though.

And you know what? I don’t even feel like trying to put on a face right now. I’ll try to respond to emails, but otherwise, I’ll be back when I’m back.


  • jed

    I may have to drag you out to do something sometime, kicking and screaming if need be. that always helped me at least.

  • Guy

    Sorry to hear about your state. I can’t help but wonder who’s blog you are following though.

  • Nathan

    Privacy and hermitage are nice for a bit of self-indulgence, but don’t forget about your friends and family. Sometimes it’s good to get out, take a walk with a cherished friend, and just talk. You’ll both feel better in the long run.

    And you can push him/her in the lake.