Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey things.

Four years. I realized this morning while I was brushing my teeth (Brushing Thoughts? Doesn't have the same ring to it) that it's been four years since I left an extremely toxic, dangerous, and traumatic job. It was almost certainly one of the worst times in my life so far. My first thought after this…

What if…I shouldn’t be thinking about what ifs?

Having a MI and being self aware about that MI seems to make it that much more complicated. Frequently when I'm dealing with a particularly difficult episode, there will be two voices in my head arguing with each other about something. Usually in direct contrast of each other. But nothing is ever that black and…