Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I’ve been losing at cards. Consistently. I’ve been losing at Yahtzee too. And Scrabble, which never happens. I even came close to defeat in Scattergories. For me, that’s losing at the apocalyptic-level. It’s even happening with my apps. Talk about distressing. Apps are supposed to let you win every so often; it’s how they keep you playing and watching the ads. Seriously. Don’t play for … Continue reading I’ve been losing lately and I don’t like it.
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.
From Famine to Feast 