She's back they said with a Jack Nicloson voice from the movie where they are spending the night in a haunted mansion. Can anyone get a Stephen King's book in a movie and not screw it up? I think it would be very hard but remember, Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice? They did a hell of a job on that one. I wanted Brad Pitt in that movie. The dirter he is the better. He's a man, hey he has to be to get that good looking Angelia Jolilee!
Well, I've finally done it, I've posted some stuff that's gonna turn writing.com upside down! I create a folder that will contain my abusive stories that are my own. Someone needs to speak out on the state of what the world is like these days and the ones before.
Here is the link to it. Hey, am I a commercial for my own success? Did I ever think I would say anything possible at a time like that.
Try the read...I think you'll enjoy it

ID: 1257166   (Rated: 18+) The Plight of Women over Time  men, herstory, abuse, mental, physical, abortion, Gloria Steinhem, gays, lesbians by Hippie chick

You know my depression isn't as bad when I am at my Aunt's house which is the house she left me after she passed away last year. I have to plan a yard sale, probably many because my Mother is going to live there because her home isn't in good shape. I noticed while I was there that I wasn't as depressed. I didn't have to take one nerve pill and felt pretty calm. I wonder, sometimes, if it is not my husband. When I get around him I just get so annoyed. He is insecure and read some of my writing notes. I don't know if every writer does this but I carry a notebook around with me and when I hear stuff that would be material for writing I'll write it down. Well, I left some notes on the living room table by the lamp. He read it and thought the husband was him. It was talking about leaving a husband to find a sugar daddy that would be older and treat her like a Barbie doll. Number one, I am 52, if I get another man, I'm not looking, I would get one about 35-43. Tim, my husband is 50. Also, who's going to treat a dark haired woman usually with long braids like a Barbie doll. Ain't gonna happen, folks! I think the ole hubby has lost it, really! He has some alergy problems because of the pollen but he believes it is throat cancer. Yes, I do need to write that book, it'd be a good one, eh?
 

How I hate depression when I look outside at the world, so beautiful, flowers coming up, the sun so bright, and the sky so blue. Birds building nests, having little baby birds, the blue bird of happiness outside eating the seeds I leave them. I wish that little bird would grant some happiness to me. I pray that God will give me strengh to make it through another day.
I want to go to the pool. I want to lay my body in the water and let it hold me up and feel safe and secure. I have to get a break from life before life breaks me.
To all who read this, when you do, I feel your arms around me with a great big hug that is needed so much.
 

I hate funerals. That's where I am suppose to be. My Mother tells me so. It is just too much when you are depressed already and my Mom knows nothing of depression. I think more is wrong with me than that and I really am tired of trying to explain it to everyone. I'm making an appointment with my regular doctor before I just fall over. Then ya'll will be sad but then again I wonder why does anyone read what I have to say? Is it the truth I tell? Am I funny? What brings you to this neck of the woods?

 

Yesterday I suffered a Migrane in which I thought was the end. I endure it all of the beautiful day. My mind wouldn't stop and my two children, my husband who is 50 and my daughter, 24 was constantly arguing. If I could have drove I think I would have just let the whole state. Where would I go? Who knows. Finally at about 10:00 p.m. the whole world of my stomach came up and I flushed it. Wouldn't it be nice if those who don't even have the Courtesy to give one when they are sick could be flushed down the toliet as well?
Just a thought.
 

Well, Mr. Psychatrist doesn't think I should be on social security disablity for depression I've had since 1999! He thinks I am like him and need a job for approval so I guess that's what I'll do. I am hoping not to wind up in an office with a bunch of co-workers, with one of them anal retentive so my mind will really explode! A simple job as a cashier even though it wouldn't pay the money I made as an office manager. Maybe Home Depot or Big Lots; that way I could spend my money before I got out of the door. I could enroll in one of the online courses to learn to improve my writing skill. That way when my husband ask me how much did you earn from writing that story. I can proudly say, hey, I'm paying them to read the things! Ha!
Catch ya'll later and hey write something different today.
 

try not to fight things as I used to do but when something hits home like my last writing I'm ready to fight the word or at least for my daughter's sake. Nite nite.
Dia


"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing," Benjamin Franklin.



 

If the depression would leave and give in its place the woman I used to be. A strong opinionated woman who didn't take any kind of shit from anyone. Now in her place is a mouse of a woman who just sits and takes what is dished to her while her stomach turns. Did life just put too much on me at once and then the worst thing that could happen took place? I don't want to do anything but sit in a fetal position and listen to the husband talk about how bad everything looks. When I talk about what I've written he asks, "Did you make any money for it?" This man forgets that I am the same woman who worked outside of the home, made good money and supported him while he was getting on disability. I ask my psychatrist if I would ever go back to work. Of course, he didn't have the heart to at least put me on social security disablity so I could at least draw $900 a month until I am well enough to go back to work. I wonder if the young man who did those killings at Virginia Tech shouldn't have been hospitilized for the depression instead of being let out to do such a horrid act.
 

I know it's been awhile since I've given you the lastest in the series of the wild woman with ADHD while Menopausing but gosh life really got me this time. After years of working with a son that is dealing with drug addiction I finally got a little taste of what my little fellow has been going through. I remember when my son had to attend classes that had the 12 step program as their moto. I told them that I had taken different drugs before and I had never gotten addicted so why not me instead of him? They told me, "Dear, you just haven't met the right drug even if it is prescribed by a doctor!" Well, guess what? Those little people in that meeting were absolutly right so before you pop that Mother's little helper you better think twice. I can tell you, honestly, by the last month I've endured that it is easier to take a pill to make your life better than to try and get off of that pill. Look at the life of Anna Nicole. The drugs she was abusing was given to her by a doctor. Yes, she did abuse them but even if she took them as they were prescribed and then tried to go cold turkey she would have went through withdrawals. So when you are sent home with anything from your doctor please take a moment to look that drug up. Check the side effects. Check with others who has taken it! Even if it is just an antibotic; my Mother had a severe reaction to a suffer drug she took for a kidney infection. My Aunt found my Mother in the kitchen, nude, in her own urine. Be careful out there folks. Life isn't easy. Let's just try to deal with it instead of reaching for Mother's little helper. By the way this was mentioned to us old timers by Jefferson Airplane, otherwise known as Grace Slick, if you don't remember her perhaps you remember Jefferson Starship. If you don't remember them you are just too young to understand!
 

Do you ever just don't want to do your regular housework and just go on a binge of doing something creative? Something different? Something maybe if you leave it behind some would look at it and say "What in the hell caused Diane to do this?" "Didn't she have anything better to do?" You know she did alot of writing, I've found all kinds of writing around here, of course, no Bridges of Madison County but writing just the same?"
I can here em' talkin' now! Funny what you think about while blogging but I sure believe in writing what I want to in here anyway!
I wanna write in what color I want to write in too. Do you mind?
Hey, ya'll remember that job I quit not too long ago? Guess what? I went by there yesterday and a friend of mine that I thought about asking her if she wanted my job was there working? Weird things are always happening in my life. My boss starting crying me leaving her without a notice and not calling her back devested her. I told her if she got in a bind that I would come in and take someone's place. Who cares it's just a job!?
Oh, I know you want to know what kind of project I'm doing. I bought some flower pot bottoms, the clay ones....know what I'm talking about. The little thingys that catch the water if you over water your plant. They are called something but I don't remember what. If you remember let me know. I am painting them to use for coasters. What an idea, eh? A set of plastic lookin' coasters with wolfs on them were 6 for about $8.00 so I got 4 of these at 44 cents a piece. Of course the paint was a $1.99 but I can use it on other stuff too.
I'm also going to plant some more stuff. I stopped at a lady's house who they said was an Avon lady. She took me around her lovely garden, pond and everything. Susie homemaker wouldn't hold a light to this woman. She was like Martha Stewart she even blows her own yard with a Feather Lite blower...I should get me one she said. Well, need I say more I came out with a bushel of plants to get in the ground, a feeling of guilt for not being a better homemaker, and a relief to finally find an Avon lady. If ya'll are like me you need ANEW buying it by the ton.
WEll, I'd better get busy. The dogs want to go outside and I've gotten live up to that Martha Steward woman.