This week, in a very circuitous session with my therapist, our discussion ranged from what I did last weekend to what my friends group looks like, and have looked like in the past. To be honest, high school and college I socialized with far more people than I do now, but even then, my “close” … Continue reading Staying Busy and Relaxing
I never thought writing a post celebrating progress that I’ve made so far would be so difficult, but, this week, it’s a hard one. There’s been a lot going on, and, at this point, I am focusing mostly on managing my reactions, figuring out why they’re hitting as hard as they can, and containing the … Continue reading Celebrating Victories #3
We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem. - Douglas Adams What is normal? I mean, really? Growing up, my mom and I would talk and theorize that everyone in the world is actually weird. The way we saw it, the vast majority of … Continue reading What is Normal?
“Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.” - William Goldman, The Princess Bride One of the things I have noticed as my meds started to take effect, and even more so as I’ve started working through a lifetime of issues, is that I am crying more now than I have in … Continue reading Not Just Sad: What I Feel (or Don’t)
“I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink” -John Lennon/Paul McCartney I’m tired. Two … Continue reading When Sleep is a Problem
“We ought to take outdoor walks, to refresh and raise our spirits by deep breathing in the open air.” — Seneca At my first appointment with my therapist, she ended the session by giving me a few basic self-care practices to start working on. I had just started back on my antidepressants, after realizing that … Continue reading Walking Is Medicine
I have two modes: procrastinate all the things or do all the things. Which means it took months to decide to go to therapy, weeks to make the first appointment, but, now that I'm going, I want to finish working through all the issues as quickly as possible. Unfortunately for me, therapy doesn't work that … Continue reading Celebrating Victories
I could tell you that the beginning of this journey was a stormy night, March 2, 1981 at Kaiser Zion hospital, San Diego. It wouldn't be a lie; that is when I was born, and there's a good chance I was genetically predisposed to clinical depression from day one. But, even if the seeds of … Continue reading The Beginning