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.
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 hope this finds you well. I feel quite derelict in my duties – I’ve not been reading much from the blogging world. I don’t know how things are going in that world. If it makes you feel better, I’m neglecting the people in my physical circle as well. Rejection loves company. My capacity tanks when I’m depressed and struggling with my c-PTSD. I like … Continue reading Bring on the light – an off-the-cuff joint.
For the people in the back keeping score, it’s a new month. April showers bring May flowers, but April also brings the month of “be the change.” That’s my theme. Keep moving forward, let it go, seize the day, and be the change were the first four months of 2023. It’s going okay, though I suspect “be the change” requires more than keyboard warrioring. I … Continue reading Monday mood – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 