Category: boundaries

boundaries, Mental Health, off the cuff

I like to listen to birdsong – an off-the-cuff joint.

My house backs onto green space. It’s a hydroelectric substation easement and therefore will never be developed. On the other side of the easement is farmland with a reasonably-sized wetland park bordering the reserve on the west. Nature, where I live, isn’t quiet. Sometimes, that pisses me off – I love desert quiet – but mostly I love the music. The only thing that could … Continue reading I like to listen to birdsong – an off-the-cuff joint.

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What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

This is not the post I planned, but I haven’t written that one beyond a title. However, if one has decided depression recovery lies in the doing, skipping the doing is probably a bad idea. Or so I’ve heard. I’m fifty-four years old and still trying to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’ve never had a real plan. I wanted … Continue reading What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

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Staggering back to normal – a depression joint.

I think things are turning around. Where have we heard that before? Not much has changed on the face of things. I still wake to intrusive and unpleasant thoughts, and what a joy that is. I’m still fragile – everything set’s me off. But there’s been a disturbance in the force, and it’s good. I hate telling people things are starting to improve. I get … Continue reading Staggering back to normal – a depression joint.

Unknown's avatarMichelle8 Comments