part of me (the colonist?) wanted to leave a baby behind in Africa but i managed to resist the urge and only busted on titties
part of me (the colonist?) wanted to leave a baby behind in Africa but i managed to resist the urge and only busted on titties
You guys need to stop busting in strangers are you fucking crazy
I was 22 on spring break, I was admittedly dumb as fuck
You know what? I don't even know who the first woman I busted in was. I was a paranoid condom champion for a long ass time.
Pepperidge Farm remembers
Her name was Claire, I was 17 and she was 16, she was the daughter of some old millionaire in town. After Claire was Emily, then Victoria, followed by Alison, Mia, Molly, Joanna, Ali, Kat, Allyson, Autumn, Elizabeth, and then it gets a little hazy because I started using dating apps but I want to say something like Heather, Candice, Jennifer, Lena, Nikki, Christine, Angela, Lily, Josie, Diana, and I had to go back through my text messages to remember this one but Adrienne.
I don't know how I forgot Adrienne, she let me smash within like 2 hours of meeting.
Zealot goin on his tinder date:
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Hasn't failed me yet.
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The lunchbox is full of condoms and pogs.
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prepared for all scenarios
So did Anderson Silva
is normal
Wanted to post this here since I think people have dealt with depression, and I really don't want to bother my doctor right about now about this. I am not even sure what kind of response I need.
Keep in mind, I know you all have dicks so this won't QUITE apply to you, but any feedback helps. No one in my irl circles know I take zoloft and I want to keep it that way.
Here goes:
So here is an old post I made regarding me starting the medication back in September:
So I am bad about remembering to take meds, so I had bouts where I didn't take it, got the depression before the period, started taking it again and after 2 months would be all good.So like, sometime after my son was born, I started having these random bouts of depression. It was rather frustrating because while I can say I had periods in my life where I was sad, I never felt depressed (if that makes any sense).
It started getting worse and worse, and it would be so fucking weird. I'd be fine for days on end and then out of no where depressed as shit. And when I say it got bad, I mean like really bad. As in I may not have been here today if it kept going the way it was.
My husband was the one that noticed that it was happening just before my period, so I started researching and found out about PMDD (severe menstrual depression). Talked to my doctor, and she put me on a low dosage of zoloft to see if it would help.
4-months later and zero issues now. To the point I have to start wearing pads just before my predicted start date because I no longer have any bodily clue my period is going to start.
It sucks that I developed this later in life, as I never had to go through this before. But I'm thankful it was able to be solved. And tbh it's somewhat of a comfort to know it was connected to a hormonal imbalance that I had no control of.
Once the lockdown started, I stopped taking it and...there has been no issues. I have no depression incidents.
I don't think it "went away" but I think it was triggered by stress at work. I am still working, but a lot of the stuff that was stressing me out is no longer happening. So, now I don't know what to do. Teaching is everything to me, and even the shit that stresses me out is more of all the "extra" stuff that comes to teaching.
When I had initially talked to my doctor, she told me I needed to cut back on the extra stuff I do at the school. She told me to pick one thing at least, and I instantly said yearbook. I couldn't drop it though. I couldn't seem to advocate hard enough and I didn't want to tell my boss about it. My boss has good intentions, but it would probably be the worst idea on the planet if I told her I was taking depression meds.
Eventually, we'll have to go back to work in the reals, and I'll have to take the meds again. I don't know how to say "no" at my job. It's really rough. Equally, I am scared that I need pills because of my job. Like wtf is that.
I am not even sure what I am asking for, guess I just needed to vent a bit to people who won't tell my irl people. My husband is the only person in the irl that knows.
Big oof, not sure what else to say. None of it sounds like a fun time.
You need to think about yourself. You did a great job with admitting and finding help, but you need to listen to your doctor. Just tell your boss that you are very overwhelmed and you are going to cut back on the extra school stuff. Don't ask if you can, tell them you are going to remove yourself from those activities for health reasons.
I do think your doctor has valuable advice and should be taken into account.
You have to make yourself a priority and coming from someone who is awful at that, I understand the struggle. I also suffer daily from anxiety and depression bouts so I get it , and also know everyone's is different.
Saying "no" is healthy because it means you realize that you have limits and can only do so much. I used to feel as though asking for help or not taking on everything meant that I wasn't doing enough, whether at work or home life. That simply isn't true and while I still try to push myself to be the best I can , if I'm causing myself to break down it serves no purpose at all. I do hope you can find the balance that works for you.
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