Couch 215: The Overcoming Couch

I’ve been allowing myself one piece after every meal. Including breakfast.

"Defunding the police" is much more nuanced than just firing all the cops and saying, "Good luck, everybody!" The idea is to take money from police departments and give it to social services that enhance the social safety net and improve overall quality of life for everybody. Right now the police are both overly militarized and regularly thrust into situations for which they are not sufficiently trained (mental health crises, issues faced by people experiencing homelessness and addiction, etc).

If people can get educations and jobs and access support for whatever medical needs they may have, they are much more likely to be able to function in society without breaking the law. Plus, if there is no need for the police to act as social workers, they can instead focus on a much narrower range of functions, like tracking down the Ted Bundies that will still inevitably exist.

Surprisingly, the research on police body cameras seems to be very mixed. They may not actually do any of the things that one might expect they would do.

I got the nerve to ask my dad to take a shower. That was so hard, but he took it like it was nothing. I asked him to take a shower before he changes clothes again (I just washed all his clothes and he hates what he's wearing, so he'll probably do it tomorrow).

I've apparently adopted the eating habits of a Hobbit lately. Maybe not full on 6 or 7 meals a day, but some days Elevensies and Afternoon Tea are definitely in the mix. Chocolate with first, or even second, breakfast sounds like a decent quarantine routine.

Be careful. Soon you will be trekking to Mordor in the company of a bunch of misfits.

Hello. This is my first real post. I’m not quite sure how this works. I hope you all are feeling alright today-if not-you made it through the day. Tomorrow is a new beginning.


I have multiple diagnoses and am on medicine, have been since I was a teenager. I’m seeking out someone, anyone just to feel a connection, I am in a difficult situation at the moment. I’m in a brand new city, new state, moved here with my significant other and now we’re just strangers, or enemies I’m not sure. I am in the process of finally getting a job. My life is upside down and the person I thought was my life partner won’t talk or anything anymore. It’s like he’s waiting for me to end it. Yet I have nowhere to go right now. Currently we’re feet apart yet we have not spoken in days. It’s crushing, painful, embarrassing, disappointing.


But I use apps and journal and make myself take my medicine and get out of bed ,shower etc.


I cleaned the entire place today. I did the dishes, and more dishes, wiped all surfaces down, vacuumed, did laundry, bathrooms, took the trash out, made food, took my dog out for a walk, and played fetch. I even watered the plants. He cane home from work hours late, said nothing. Changed and walked out and left. He’s back I hear him eating. We could or we have everything we wanted yet I’ve never felt more alone.


That’s my current situation. It feels good to write this out. Feels good to share it with just anyone and no one. Hang in there, I know I am.

Hello. This is my first real post. I’m not quite sure how this works. I hope you all are feeling alright today-if not-you made it through the day. Tomorrow is a new beginning.

I have multiple diagnoses and am on medicine, have been since I was a teenager. I’m seeking out someone, anyone just to feel a connection, I am in a difficult situation at the moment. I’m in a brand new city, new state, moved here with my significant other and now we’re just strangers, or enemies I’m not sure. I am in the process of finally getting a job. My life is upside down and the person I thought was my life partner won’t talk or anything anymore. It’s like he’s waiting for me to end it. Yet I have nowhere to go right now. Currently we’re feet apart yet we have not spoken in days. It’s crushing, painful, embarrassing, disappointing.

But I use apps and journal and make myself take my medicine and get out of bed ,shower etc.

I cleaned the entire place today. I did the dishes, and more dishes, wiped all surfaces down, vacuumed, did laundry, bathrooms, took the trash out, made food, took my dog out for a walk, and played fetch. I even watered the plants. He cane home from work hours late, said nothing. Changed and walked out and left. He’s back I hear him eating. We could or we have everything we wanted yet I’ve never felt more alone.

That’s my current situation. It feels good to write this out. Feels good to share it with just anyone and no one. Hang in there, I know I am.

When I was a pd - we had a chart of cops and equipment failure - some cops had the worst luck with their equipment. It was usually male cops - not nearly as often was it the female cops.

What triggers you? The deletion of the post?