Photo by Marten Bjork on Unsplash Choosing not to live with depression is, for me, choosing suicide. Because of my family history, I see that I either learn to face depression and live with it, or check out. And my one instance of contemplating checking out occurred almost 50 years ago. Since then, I have understood that I am more afraid of death than I am of living with … [Read more...] about What Makes Me Choose to Live with Depression?
On Our Own, C'Ville
There’s a Lot Going On, So Is Being OK, OK?
Unsplash I am amazed at the changes the last month has brought. A month ago, I had just returned from trekking in the Grand Canyon. Things were better than OK, the family was great, and I had just booked a flight up north for Thanksgiving. Work was good, and I was getting to use the wood stove some mornings to take the chill out of the living room. And then stuff hit … [Read more...] about There’s a Lot Going On, So Is Being OK, OK?
Talk Therapy And I Have A Rocky Relationship
Unsplash I think of my attempts at talk therapy as if I was dating someone for the first time. There is that honeymoon period where you are getting to know each other. And this part is different from therapy, for with dating, I am allowed to choose from anyone, not just people on a list. However, I suppose a list of therapists that have openings is similar to a dating … [Read more...] about Talk Therapy And I Have A Rocky Relationship
Can I Really Beat My Depression?
Photo by kevin Baquerizo on Unsplash My personal history aside, I feel my gut saying the outcome is at best 50-50. There have been times in my life where depression has been the driving force. And yet there have been years where depression was missing. And I spent most of my life denying that my having depression was even a possibility. I knew there were times where … [Read more...] about Can I Really Beat My Depression?
I Was Fooling Myself and I Didn’t Know (Didn’t Care)
Photo by abigail low on Unsplash In my mind, my depression was off for the summer. It had flown south, and was on a beach somewhere in the tropics, sipping a rum and coke and contemplating the waves. Spending time with me was going to wait until cooler weather set in. Until then, my depression and I had parted company. I was finally free to be depression free. Or so I … [Read more...] about I Was Fooling Myself and I Didn’t Know (Didn’t Care)
