I’m not a fan of depression. I’ve had a lifetime to come to that conclusion. My first depressive episodes went untreated and unnoticed in my teen years. The first time it was diagnosed and addressed was after my first suicide attempt, which was also when the world (or at least, those in my circle) learned I was fighting and losing to an eating disorder. They … Continue reading Reblog: My Session With Depression.
I think things are turning around. Where have we heard that before? Not much has changed on the face of things. I still wake to intrusive and unpleasant thoughts, and what a joy that is. I’m still fragile – everything set’s me off. But there’s been a disturbance in the force, and it’s good. I hate telling people things are starting to improve. I get … Continue reading Staggering back to normal – a depression joint.
(mild trigger warning, mentions child abuse) On Wednesday, we dance. On Wednesdays, we, or rather I do a lot of things I don’t normally do. On Wednesdays, I’m free. I eat what I want, and I do what I want. I don’t turn into a somethingzilla, but I watch movies all day and eat popcorn for dinner. With butter. Which is always how I eat … Continue reading On Wednesdays, We Dance.
I’m not writing much these days beyond keyboard warrior entries on Twitter. A level of rage helps there and depression keeps my angry close to the surface. It’s good that depression combines anger with a diminished ability to control oneself. I enjoy the way I blow up my life when I’m depressed. But I miss writing. I miss having a routine. I miss feeling like … Continue reading Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.
From Famine to Feast 