The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning XXIX

So, what can I say here in under 10 minutes?

Today has been productive… and stressful. I was sorting and encoding so much data in Excel, and I ended up having a headache. I didn’t even finish all of the workload. I’m already going through a lot mentally, and now I feel like my brain is about to explode. Good grief.

I know I have a blogging streak to maintain, but fuck it. I need to rest now. I just hope the headache goes away tomorrow.

Header image: WolfBlur of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.

10-Minute Warning XXVIII

I have been feeling shitty for a week already. Thank you, my Dispatch and my journal, for making me remember to count the days. And today, that shitty feeling became worse because of something I did.

I can’t tell the long story, the specifics. All I can say is that I did something that is not really a big deal, but then I looked back at what I did and thought, “I think I fucked up.” I don’t know if (option A) my anxiety is just messing with me or (option B) if I truly fucked up. If I were to pick the lesser evil, I hope for option A.

I haven’t told my family about my current mental predicament. I may have told 2 friends about it. I think I should open up to my family soon – first, my brothers, and then my parents. I think they deserve to know.

Notes to Self V

I just reviewed my 2 previous posts here on The Dispatch, and… damn. I sound so depressing. And I’m still depressed, to be honest.

But let me change the mood somehow with this 60th post of The Dispatch and the 5th edition of Notes to Self! This is the blog segment where I usually quote something relevant from any form of media or from someone I know in real life. In this edition though, I simply want to remind my stupid self…