It can almost be funny sometimes to look back at what triggers a depression episode. Almost, because it’s not actually funny, but you want to laugh.
Tonight’s episode brought to you by Cold, Uneaten Sandwich.
My wife can be incredibly indecisive sometimes. If kidnappers took me hostage and told her she had to decide on a color for their hideout within Continue reading
I recently stated in my review of Chris Hardwick‘s book The Nerdist Way: How to Reach the Next Level (In Real Life) that, after listening to his book and doing some subsequent reading, I had made a lot of changes in my life that were worthy of their own blog post.
Some years ago, I was in a work-related conversation between myself and another individual. The other person asked me where I pictured myself in five years. I don’t really recall what I said, probably that I pictured myself living elsewhere but doing the same thing, just better. The embarrassing part is, it was sort of a bullshit answer and he and I both knew it. It wasn’t that I was completely drifting through life, Continue reading
Last night my nightmares came back with a vengeance. I fell asleep, completely exhausted, and was quickly whisked into the future. Dreamtime knows no boundaries, no rules. Nightmares can do anything. They are all powerful and in my mind, in this particular state, they are real.
I was homeless. I smelled bad, my clothes were rough, torn, dirty and not my own. I had a hat but my hair was stringy and dirty underneath and it itched. I was hungry. My belly twisted against the back of my spine and the only bright spot of this particular nightmare was that it occurred to me that I was finally thin.
This week was epic. I could feel it starting on Monday. There have been big changes to my family life and home routine. I always take on everything with a Rosie the Riveter attitude – CAN DO! But by Tuesday, I knew I was in over my head. Wednesday was even worse, and by Thursday I pulled all the shades, turned on cartoons for the littles, turned on the fire place to ward off the chill, and slept for six hours while my kids jumped on me and had a great time soaking up all the Playhouse Disney their little hearts could desire.
Get off your butt! You can do this!
It’s been a long time since I zoned out like that. I have meds to keep me from doing that. I have to take those meds because I love my kids and I don’t want DCS taking them away from me.
Who can relate with this?
I drew this.
moosekleenex has a way of cartooning things I identify with and can’t put into words. -Edgie
I had a nightmare last night. It was the real kind. The kind that holds onto you even when you wake up to an adorable little girl shoving a mint brownie in your face.
“Breakfast in bed, mommy!” she cries.
I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, but my head is still stuck in that house – with them.
I’m not sure if we’ll be able to make this a regular thing or not, but the editors are constantly on the lookout for worthwhile content to share. This one is definitely in that category.
This is a quick post that we came across. The University of Texas at Austin is conducting an online Depression Treatment Research Study. An excerpt from the page:
The study takes place in the comfort of your own home or where ever you have private internet access. The study involves completing an 8-week computerized self-help program for depression.
I like to think that I’m not locked into the typical “macho” syndrome and that stereotypical ideas of what is manly or masculine are beneath me. Still there are a number of habits that are ingrained into my behavior and perception of how I behave. For example, only two movies have made me cry (anyone who tells you that Piglet’s Big Movie is one of them is a filthy liar).
Which is why I was surprised when I had a “sadness attack” on Friday.