My Shiny

Everyone who knows me knows I have a shiny. A happiness that seems to constitute my being. Nobody knows that I'm living with depression every day. And no one has to. Because depression won't stop me from being a happy person. I am the happy sad person. I don't care what my physiology does. This is my shiny and it will continue to shine.

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I feel like my life is a TV show…

There is an abnormal number of complications and I’m like seriously can’t things just be quiet for a bit and the tiny Moffat elves writing my life are all like nooo we need the viewers let’s take your husband away again after not being home for two days!


One of my favourite shows:


One of my least favourite shows:


Do you see my problem

That would be Moffat.

(via geek-on-girl)

Talking to husband after he gets out of the shower

Me: What took you so long? The water hasn't been running for at least 10 minutes!
Husband: I was drying my ba- *realises we are not alone in someone else's house and tries to save himself* -aaaallllsaaaack...
Me: Yeah there was no coming back from that one...

"If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad."

- My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

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Anonymous asked: 10 random things about you, because you're awesome! Pass on to 10 of your favorite followers.

1. I am a MASSIVE nerd… Like comic book-reading, sci-fi-watching, RPG-playing, table-top-games king of nerd.

2. I keep tomato sauce (ketchup) in the fridge, not in the cupboard.

3. Chocolate is not my favourite food, but it is generally my favourite flavour.

4. I am a dog person.

5. I am a Christian.

6. I have coeliac disease, and absolutely HATE having to ask if food is gluten free at restaurants.

7. I sleep with the sheets tucked in.

8. Ten is my favourite doctor. (Do we call him Eleven now or?)

9. I like red.

10. I need to use matching-coloured pegs on the clothes line.

The thing about stretch marks…

I know, another post on stretch marks. But I found this pretty interesting. 

So I was talking to my husband today and he came to the realisation that he does, in fact, have stretch marks - on his butt, between his legs and under his arms. He had no idea he had them before that, because he simply didn’t care.When he realised they were stretch marks, he immediately became self-conscious because stretch marks have always been seen as a gross thing to have (regardless of the fact that almost everyone has them and his were in fact due to muscle bulk).

It made me realise how much stigma is over this stupid thing that apparently guys don’t really even notice and that girls wouldn’t care about if other girls didn’t care. And millions of people have them. So why do we care?

I honestly think stretch marks are just as much a fact of life as having freckles or a certain hair colour. Stretch marks are a sign that, yes, you do in fact possess skin, and yes you have changed size at some point over your lifetime - like everyone else. So you don’t need to worry. I’m pretty sure most people aren’t judging you for having stretch marks cause they probably have them too. 

He kept his promise.

"She’s a real military wife"

That’s what my dad goes around telling people about me. It’s true - I’ve had to move to a different state from all of my family, and most of the time my husband is across the other side of the country. I spend my days alone, waiting for my husband to come back.

But what does “military wife” mean? Sure, in the military, people are separated from their families more often than most… But does that make me stronger? Does that make me a different person?

When he’s not here, I sure don’t feel that way. When he’s not here, I don’t even feel alive. I feel like my soul has gone with him. I miss him so much I just want to claw my way across the universe, just to see him again. But I don’t, because that would be beyond what we could afford.

Does that make me strong? I think about all the other people separated from their lovers and wonder, why is it SO hard for me? Why can’t I breathe?

So no, I don’t feel like I’m strong. I’m just carrying around my skin and bones. But this skin and bones is what I have to carry around with a smile on my face, as I count the weeks until he is back again, hoping they pass faster than my sanity. Because he needs me to be okay.

I need to be okay.

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