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.
How’s everyone doing? I hope you’re well. I’ve been derelict with most of my relationships. This is one of the problems with episodic depression – while you’re in it you miss much of the world happening around you. Good things, bad things, important things, and minutiae – none of it feels real. Even if you attend in body, the spirit is elsewhere. Nowhere good, but … Continue reading A return to baseline – when depression starts to ease.
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.
I have two kiddos in care living in my home right now. My life has suddenly become one of busy schedules and outside demands. I talked about fostering a lot with my counsellor before I committed. We talked about television dreams and reality. On television and in the movies, the terror, trauma, grief, and distress of the children in care are minimized or absent. Imagine … Continue reading The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 