Browsing the archives for the depression tag
The Viking has the memory of an elephant. I have the memory of a heavily drugged lemur. (I don’t know if lemurs actually suffer from memory loss, but it’s the first animal that came to mind since I just watched this video). My memory is emotional, his is actual. What I mean by this is [...]
Four years ago yesterday I attempted to take my own life. I’m not going to re-tell the experience, because I’ve already told that story here. The memory hurts me more deeply than any pain I have ever experienced, perhaps because in that frantic moment of dumping pills down my throat I felt the culmination of [...]
I haven’t posted anything recently, the reason being that I dislike writing about Being Depressed, present tense, and when I Am Depressed, I’m not particularly creative, because all my energy goes into Trying Not to Be Depressed and Feeling Like a Failure For Being Depressed. Vicious cycle. So here I am, Depressed, in the present [...]