I like to listen to birdsong – an off-the-cuff joint.

My house backs onto green space. It’s a hydroelectric substation easement and therefore will never be developed. On the other side of the easement is farmland with a reasonably-sized wetland park bordering the reserve on the west. Nature, where I live, isn’t quiet. Sometimes, that pisses me off – I love desert quiet – but mostly I love the music. The only thing that could … Continue reading I like to listen to birdsong – an off-the-cuff joint.

What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

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.

Reblog: My Session With Depression.

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.

Staggering back to normal – a depression joint.

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.