Unless you mean the horse at the animal sanctuary where I volunteer. In that case, Winter and I are definitely friends. But Winter gets a large “No, thank you. I’m busy. Being sad. Thanks to you. Turn off the light as you leave.” I’m always a minute away from the depths but winter really kicks […]
Tag: depression
Under Pressure
Still one of the best scenes I’ve seen in anything. If you haven’t watched It’s Kind of a Funny Story, watch the full movie on Hulu first. It’s an extraordinary exploration of depression, as is Ned Vizzini’s semi-autobiographical book that it’s based on. It puts mental illness in a relatable form. It shows how our […]
Why being on meds is OK
I read this article on Glamour today and found myself unable to move along without commenting on it. Women Are Ditching Their Antidepressants at Higher Rates Than Men—The Reasons Are Complicated This article is disturbing to me on multiple levels. The title is off-putting because it sets it up as “men vs women” when it’s […]
An Ode to Anxiety
Anxiety is an atrocious beast. There’s the old phrase that having anxiety causes more of it. Yep. It certainly does. I got lost at a city festival last weekend. I was trying to get back to a group of friends while visiting another group. I was in a city I’m pretty familiar with. On a […]
Still here
February is gone. The slow crawl into March begins. Some days, I’m at the top of my game, barreling through the things I need to do, giving no fucks, getting shit done. Other days, I’m curled up on the couch, trying to reach outside my thoughts. I’m still here. I hope you are, too.
I’ll try
I’m not good with new year’s resolutions. I haven’t even bothered to make them for many year now. But I am trying to improve the way I think. So this year, I’ll try. When the sadness is overwhelming and I feel like I can’t go on, I’ll try. When positive voices in my head urge […]
Depression sucks
Depression fucking sucks. It’s hard to describe. It’s hard to understand. It’s hard to experience. Some days are amazing. Just getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain on others. I have all sorts of music that lifts me out of it and music that keeps me enveloped in the sadness. Sometimes the only […]
I Like Talking 