Chronically Meg
Bio
Disabled. Witch. Pagan. Satanist. Skeptic.
Stories (15/0)
Don't Be a "Becky"
My aunt is very aggravating. For the sake of privacy (not that I'm sure she will ever read this, but still), I'm going to call her "Becky." Everyone has a Becky in their life. As I go on to describe the defining features of a Becky, I'm sure you'll be to pick out which family member or friend is your Becky.
By Chronically Meg4 years ago in Families
The "I'm Not OK" Manifesto
It seems to be an unspoken rule, especially here in the south, that when someone asks you how you’re doing, you’re supposed to say the phrase “I’m fine.” For many years, this has become almost second nature and slips from my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. And I’ve come to hate it.
By Chronically Meg4 years ago in Longevity
The Sith Lord with Impeccably Shaved Legs
Depression is like that old friend that has never left my house, is eating all my food, and refuses to contribute to maintaining the upkeep of this vessel we both share (such as showering). But, that old friend has been around so long, would I know how to live life without him? I mean, I don’t really remember the times before he showed up, it’s been so long ago. I see other people around, extremely happy and content with their life, and, sometimes, I’ll say to myself, “Wow, was my life ever like that? Was I ever so content that I smiled without force? I certainly don’t remember it being that way,” but then, I’ll stop myself and think, “Is it a lot of work being that happy? It must be! I don’t have the energy for that. And what would I do if I wasn’t constantly battling the darker forces of my mind? I mean, if you think about it, I’m kind of like a Jedi on the edge of becoming a Sith Lord! Isn’t that much cooler?” And when I think these things, I know my old pal, Depression, is scared I’ve grown tired of him living rent-free in my head this long.
By Chronically Meg5 years ago in Longevity