I wrote a post about gun laws, but I’m not going to post that today. Another day perhaps, maybe later in the week. The truth is I’m tired. I’m too bogged down with what is going on in my own life, in my immediate vicinity, to make the effort to scream across the water at…
Category: Depression
From the Winter of Discontent to the Spring of Living
I sat there staring at the screen. A curious little creature stared back at me. Hands clasped together, in the shape of a gun, pointing at me. Pew! Pew! Pew! Die Bitch! The words stung me, as if I was staring down the actual barrel of a gun. This was my website four weeks ago. I…
THIS IS WHAT IS AT THE HEART OF DEPRESSION
I climbed into bed. I knew they were coming. I could feel it long before they actually fell. I rolled over, placed my head on Mr C’s chest and let them fall. “Are you okay?” he asked. I didn’t answer. He knew. “Oh Sarah, my love.” His soft voice only served to act like…
WHAT WOULD BUDDHA DO?
It’s 3:30am. I’ve been awake since 2:30am. It’s pouring with rain outside and it’s freezing. Whenever it rains at night, especially that hard driving miserable rain, I think of the homeless. I lay in bed, snuggled under my duvet and blanket and I imagine how awful it must be for them trying to stave off…
HONOURING GRIEF IS THERAPEUTIC + HEALING
A couple of days ago I mourned the passing of my mom. It was the anniversary of her death and each year around this time I feel anguished. I so desperately wanted this year to be different. I needed for it to be different. And it was. The pain was still there, but I did…
THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT ON GRIEF
Where do I begin? How do I talk about how I am feeling, without appearing like I am going over old ground, wallowing. Who am I kidding. It’s grief. There is no time limit on grief. I normally lock my grief away. I have locked it deep into my heart in a locked cage in…
THE INSANITY OF SUICIDE
WARNING: THIS POST TALKS ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE WITH SUICIDE. IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL IN ANY WAY, PLEASE PLEASE DIAL LIFELINE ON 13 11 14 (AUSTRALIA), OR THE NUMBER IN YOUR COUNTRY When I was 15, I tried to commit suicide. I can tell you I did not agonise over this decision for days….
DEAR FAMILY MEMBER OR FRIEND OF THE DEPRESSED PERSON
Dear family member or friend of the depressed person, I am writing to you today because I want to thank you, acknowledge you and embrace you. It is hard to be there for us depressives who constantly see no joy in the world; who do not see the value in ourselves – the value that…
Depression, celebration and hairloss
I emerge from my psychologists’ office feeling really low. I wonder if these sessions are helping at all. I wonder if there is any point in talking to an absolute stranger about my life and the issues within it that constantly dog it. Rewrite your script. The words from Stephen Covey’s book “Seven habits of…
Shopping and the Status Quo
“Can you hear the dogs?” I open my eyes from a deep sleep. “I didn’t hear them.” Dee gets out of bed. I hear him yell at the dogs to go back to sleep. I wonder why I haven’t heard them. Am I going deaf? I really need to phone that specialist. Dee climbs back…