mini fights with mini vans

I have a lot of anger and angst pent up in this little (and expanding) body. Sometimes, when I’m driving, walking, shopping, doing laundry, coming home, going to work, riding the bus–what I mean is all the time, not sometimes–I get really combative with those around me. So much so that I frequently imagine confrontations […]



Talking to my psychiatrist sometimes is like ripping my teeth out one by one, soaking them in gasoline and then putting them back in my mouth.  Needless to say it’s uncomfortable and borders on excruciating every time he says “And why do you think that is the case?”  Why go, you ask?  Yeah, good point, […]