Off the cuff ramblings (or “off the curr,” whichever appeals more). I should’ve realized I was depressed when I drew a chart on the whiteboard to keep help me keep track of my medication. I’ve been struggling to take the pills consistently. That’s kind of adorable: it’s three pills a day I take with meals. It doesn’t require mental Olympics. It’s surprising how much of … Continue reading Charts for depression.
I’m not sure that combining an anxious nature with a creative imagination is a good idea. I think I’d do better at managing my anxiety if my brain couldn’t create elaborate, albeit improbable, scenarios. It’s a nice thought. I like it. It’s probably not true: I had three panic attacks yesterday without much in the way of inner-ugly movies. I woke up panicking: don’t do … Continue reading Mould, mildew, and anxiety.
A fantastic essay about the challenging, perpetual battle of misery that is depression (major and persistent). Have you ever woken up, just lying there in bed, wondering to yourself if it’s really worth it going to work. To be woken up unnaturally by whatever … What the hell am I doing and why I should do it? Continue reading What the hell am I doing and why I should do it?
I binged yesterday. Except I didn’t. That is, I binged, but it was a regular binge, not a bulimia binge. The difference is in quality and quantity, both important factors. Quantity especially. When it comes to numbers, a bulimic binge can be a different kind of animal. [i] I remember listening to my friends as they talked about their pig-out sessions. A whole bag of … Continue reading I binged yesterday.
From Famine to Feast 