Posts Tagged ‘pain’

Pain Diary

Waking up from a world of pain was harder than I thought.

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Vanquishing Seasonal Depression

I’ve long suffered from seasonal depression, and written desperately about it here, but, this year, I actually feel pretty good about the holidays. Christmas is around the corner and I’m just fine. How’d I do this? Simple. I’ve spent the past 20 years embracing a culture of hate and anger and I’ve ostracized my entire […]

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Generica, 9/11

It’s the tenth anniversary year for Great Society. In April of 2001, I set up Dirtyfreaks.com. I think there was the vague idea that it would be a porn site, but that somehow drifted into becoming a “literary” community. Which, then, drifted into insane ranting behind the guise of “Nacho Sasha” and, ten years later, […]

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The Strategy

I’ve decided that I only have two life options left. Within the next five years, I must either be my own boss or I have to change my name and work on a Syrian cargo ship and re-emerge after 15 years as a hardened terrorist.

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Pain Diary

Today is the third anniversary of the surgery that delivered me from 12 years of chronic pain.  My shrink, who I went to under protest, told me to treat it as a holiday.  A birthday.  She said, for the rest of my life, I should take off April 19th and celebrate.  So, as you read […]

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Our Little Deaths

I’ve been commuting to downtown DC for over a decade now, and combining about ten miles of walking with the commute as part of my “passive health plan.” Statistically speaking, I suppose it’s inevitable that I would get hit by a car. Though I live in fear of the increasing number of bicyclists who, despite […]

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One Year Later

It’s been one year since my brain surgery. As you can read in that old article, I had Trigeminal Neuralgia, which made me wish for death every single day for over a decade. Luckily, I was too much of a coward to kill myself. But, whew, there were days, baby…

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Holiday Resolutions

Back from two weeks in the UK – Christmas with a group of old friends, together for the first time in about a decade. All grown up and married with kids, so I was the weird bachelor who drunkenly played with the infant. I found myself, especially on New Years Eve, to be on the […]

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Dead Ends

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Coping Skills

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