Workbook: August, 2019
- August 31, 2019: Then at last, the friends that weren't.
- August 30, 2019: The cute little mooch, on the floor with cigarette and beret.
- August 29, 2019: It was some while before I understood
Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome.
- August 28, 2019: Some part of my codependency originated in competition with her family.
- August 27, 2019: At the beginning my fiancée would cut herself...
- August 26, 2019: My friend is defeated.
- August 25, 2019: All this shit...
- August 24, 2019: My first experience with antidepressants was via my GP...
- August 23, 2019: I was terrified of meds.
- August 22, 2019: Yet there was a period after her marriage when I supported her financially.
- August 21, 2019: What exactly the fuck is "codependency", specifically?
- August 20, 2019: I want to reach out.
- August 19, 2019: I began dramatically challenging The Adult Authorities to notice me.
- August 18, 2019: Next was naturally The Bell Jar.
- August 17, 2019: "Now that's a piece of writing..."
- August 16, 2019: From childhood I carried a spiral notebook...
- August 15, 2019: The worst, where I had the full panoply of classic symptoms...
- August 14, 2019: Somewhere in there I had a long, adolescent, destructive relationship with entirely the wrong partner.
- August 13, 2019: Where even the reading rebounded: amplifying and focusing the darkness I was experiencing.
- August 12, 2019: For me, "adolescent onset" lasted about four years...
- August 11, 2019: I'd just begun to forge new friendships when the second disaster changed my world forevermore.
- August 10, 2019: I'd been lonely before.
- August 9, 2019: Her friend disliked me, with the righteous anger of injustice.
- August 8, 2019: "He has another daughter," she said, exactly once, in her familiar tone of false nonchalance.
- August 7, 2019: Gnats.
- August 6, 2019: I could see the pain in her eyes.
- August 5, 2019: My codependency originated in depression.
- August 4, 2019: "Kerook," he says, declaratively, looking at the book I'm reading.
- August 3, 2019: Judgment without generosity, smugness without compassion.
- August 2, 2019: I walk from my apartment near the Panhandle to Mel's on Geary.
- August 1, 2019: In the darkest period of my breakdown I thought of suicide continually.