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.
I hope this finds you well. I miss this world. I miss all my worlds, but this is one of the characteristics of depression – a wholesale withdrawal. There’s also the depression. Being depressed isn’t all that conducive to action. I’m not in a great headspace these days. I’m fragile. I react badly to obstacles or things that don’t go well or as planned, and … Continue reading Resilience and fragility – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 