Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I don’t experience the absence of hope as despair. At least not right away. I’ve experienced the absence of hope before. It dribbles away, piece by piece as depression moves into ascendancy. Hope vanishes as you sink, inversely proportionate to how much you need it. You aren’t despairing yet, however. Before despair moves in, there’s emptiness. In ways, I prefer despair. At least it’s something. … Continue reading The absence of hope is not yet despair.
Thank God for antibiotics. We mostly don’t die from simple infections anymore. The first was penicillin, discovered in the 1940s after British scientist Alexander Fleming observed the effect a specific kind of mold was having on infectious bacteria. Since then, antibiotics have been recognized as one of the greatest advances in therapeutic medicine. Prior to their introduction, doctors could do little for a variety of … Continue reading Thank God for antibiotics.
I wish I could find a magical creature. It seems unfair that I haven’t. The books I devoured as a child made it seem like there would be magic around every corner. I think I’ve come close a couple of times but nothing along the lines of finding a magic lamp that releases Robin Williams when my anxiety over the battered and filthy state of … Continue reading I wish I could find a genie – random Sunday thoughts.
This is not the post that was going to be up today, which from my current perspective, is tomorrow. I have one about antibiotics ready to go but the day started hard and got worse since then, a consequence of talking to my psychiatrist. There was nothing particularly dire about the conversation, it’s just that I often get a mood drop after talking to my … Continue reading Depression, yada yada yada.
From Famine to Feast 