The Me Machine.

This recipe would be fucking great with some sesame seeds.

Recipe is great for ice cream sandwiches and layered ice cream cake.

Art, specifically watercolor painting, has always been a very significant form of emotional release for me. I wouldn't say I'm very good, but every time I come to my lowest place, this seems to be my consistent response. This is my way of saying goodbye I guess. Word association, over a canvas of color that expresses my harried emotions over someone that my heart still bleeds and burns for. It's a nice way to release what I feel, by putting it all somewhere that I can come back to later, since I have a hard time ever letting things go in the first place.

I suffer from depression and bipolar disorder. I'm also extremely introverted, I'm a highly sensitive person, and I have high-functioning anxiety. I'm the type of person, that always has something, going on, all the time always. I always have something to complain about, or something that's stressing me out, and of course, through self-therapy now I always have something to be positive about as well. But trust me, I get it. Sometimes you really don't want to talk to anyone. And that's okay. There's nothing wrong with not wanting to talk to people. So do yourself a favor, and just tell them that. Because there's a good chance that the person reaching out to you is someone you actually like having in your life, and you don't want to burn that bridge. Correction, you don't want to let your depression, or anxiety, or whatever it is, take over your life and burn that bridge for you. Example? One of my best friends is twice my age. He comes from a completely different generation, and I've actually learned a lot about face-to-face social interactions from him that have helped me to develop social graces in order to survive around people in a physical setting. He has also felt the consequence of my many psychological setbacks and inner struggles. Several times, he has gone weeks without hearing from me, after reaching out and I explained that I was too stressed to talk. And then I reach out to him and he's happy to hear from me and we get together get a drink, and then we talked for a few weeks and visit a couple times, he shines some wisdom on things I'm going through and I do my best to do the same in whatever manner I can, and then the cycle repeats. And I'm getting better. The cycle is getting shorter, and our friendship is growing stronger. The point is, I have never left him in the dark about anything I'm going through. If I can't talk I just tell him I can't talk and he understands. I am blatantly honest about the things that I feel and think, and he's never judged me or thought worse of me for it. Trust me. And don't let your psychological setbacks, determine the relationships that you have in your life. Because you deserve to have good people in your life, and those people deserve to have you.