time lags with depression
The thing I hate about my depression is the way time slows down to a crawl. My sleep is an interrupted mess, but I still dread the last awakening, knowing it means I’ll have to get up. That I’ll have to face all those hours that exist between now and when I crawl into bed again.
The days get very long.
They’d likely feel shorter if I was doing; unfortunately, doing becomes extremely challenging when depression is acting up. The only actions I lean into with alacrity are harmful. Your brain tries to get you to abandon the good things by the wayside…
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self-assessment and strengths
I read recently that it’s important to accurately assess ourselves. To look at ourselves and get to know our strengths and weaknesses.
That was good for a laugh. Which was nice, because laughter has been in short supply of late…
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making chili, an exercise in recovery
I made a vegetarian chili this weekend. I’m not sure how much actual cooking was involved. It was mostly opening cans and dumping them in a crock pot. True, I chopped up the onions and celery and added the spices. Perhaps I’ll call it “cooking-light”.
Still, it’s a step in the right direction, a step away from the way I currently eat.
Learning to eat in recovery is hard. An eating disorder takes away your ability to interact with food in a “normal” way. Food is either good or bad. Good food is low calorie and a high water content. Bad food is everything else…
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control z
i live with one foot firmly planted in the world of imagination and fantasy
and i like being there,
able to infinitely repeat and revise the moments in my life
that upon reflection cause me dissatisfaction… Continue reading control z
From Famine to Feast 