Tag Archive: paranoia

A Twitter Binge

Recently we went on an alcohol and drug binge and took to Twitter in our highly-intoxicated state.  Guess someone was feeling awfully social; we followed something like 200 people that night!  Then passed… Continue reading

Who Told??

Holy crap I can’t believe we did that. What the fuck were you thinking, Kellie?! Oh shit on me, you told! Fuck. There’s no taking it back now. We-I-she-told one of our real-life… Continue reading

Sharing the Truth

Found: writings dated Thursday, March 14, 2013 Therapy was so productive today that I feel it is imperative to blog about it, mainly so that we (the K’s) can read it later and… Continue reading

Happy Birthday? Probably Not.

Current mood:depressed Every year on this particular date, I wake up with Morrissey singing “Unhappy Birthday” in my head. Yes, I’m one of those people who hates birthdays. I loathe them with a… Continue reading

What Friends?

I can’t breathe. This paranoia is suffocating me. Smothering me. And it’s all because of something that may not even be a big deal; I’m a terrible judge of such matters. See, I… Continue reading

Assessing the Damage

Where do we begin? The day before yesterday we were subjected to 5.5 hours of psychological testing.  We feel as though our brain has been raped.  Still triggered by some of the questions… Continue reading

Testing Our Limits

6:17 AM and we are freaking out like you would not believe.  Think we might’ve slept for 2 or 3 hours, max.  Just too worried about the psych tests we have to take… Continue reading

Cracking Up

We are completely off the charts, out of control, manic, hallucinating, bat shit crazy right now!  Rapid switching started a few days ago.  Can’t remember if we’ve ever done this before. Husband says… Continue reading

Nice, Not Nice: A Tale of Paranoia

“You’re too nice. People take advantage of you,” is what I’ve heard from my family and friends for as long as I can remember, and even though there is (at least one) someone… Continue reading

You’re Bugging Me

Recently I had a bad day.  A day filled with bugs.  We are scared to death of creepy-crawlies.  I was awakened by something crawling up my arm. I didn’t have my eyes fully… Continue reading