So, I’ve been seeing a new person for my psychological medications. The person, in question, is not a doctor, but a nurse practitioner, and genuinely cares about my mental well being than my last psychiatrist did. She has been trying to get me off certain medications that might actually have been doing more harm than good, and also trying to lower doses and find alternatives to some of the medications that I was currently taking.
So far, I like this. A lot.
My last psychiatrist did not seem to pay attention to my needs, and didn’t care about his patients. At least, that’s how it appeared to me.
The other thing I like, is that, as I said before, she is looking for alternatives to medications to help me. And, that is what I want to talk about.
As the father of a beautiful ten year-old girl, I find it hard to find things in common with her. I see how she acts with her mother, and watch how they can bond over a “chick flick”, or how they can bond over make-up and hair styles, clothes and fashion in general, etc.
Me? I will be the first to admit it ladies. I don’t understand women. Or, little pre-teen girls for that matter. But, I do my best to listen and be loving to both my wife and daughter, and try to relate when I can…which is not as much as I seem to be able to.
God, I hate subscription services. If I could live without them, I would be a happy man. Instead, I’m slowly bleeding pennies here on my laptop.
I have a Netflix account, an Amazon Prime account, a Prime Music account, four yearly reoccurring domain name fees, and a reoccurring fee for iCloud space. And, I use all of them. No matter how many times they raise the costs, I continue to keep using them.
Why? I because it’s the only way I can get what I need from the devices that I use.
I mean, really, how have we made anything “great” again? Bombers, school shootings, a continued failing economy–where exactly has it gotten better?
I’m going to open myself up here. I’m about to sound like the biggest hypocrite out there, but try to stay on board until the end and you will hopefully see where I am coming from.
I’ve made many attempts to start a blog over the years. Many.
And I failed.
I think, at least for me, it has to do with the fact that I had nothing to say for the last several years. When I was at my most “wordy”, my most “vocal”, I would just bitch about work, or what I saw on television at the time, or talk about a movie I was excited to see, or talk about how “poor me” and how everyone was doing better than me.
Then, I thought I could “brand” myself. I thought I could make cartoons and comics and movies and I would be famous.
Just one problem: I had no idea what I was doing.