Depression and squirrels.
One of the frustrating features of my depression is the destruction of my ability to concentrate and stay on task. I’m good at both things when my mental health is stable, but when it’s not, I struggle. I feel like a ping pong ball thrown hard against a closet wall, bouncing wildly and randomly within the confines of my life. For a bit. When I’m … Continue reading Depression and squirrels.
Administrative Days for Adults.
When you were a teenager running around with your friends, dreaming of the day you’d be a “gr’up,” did you imagine there’s be so much minutiae and busywork involved? [i] It’s the beginning of the week again, and the beginning of the month, and that means stuff needs doing. There are bills to pay, banking to do, cleaning to take care of, laundry to ruin, … Continue reading Administrative Days for Adults.
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.
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.
From Famine to Feast 