It hit me today while I was attending a group meeting. Very often the meetings are started with check-in. Each participant in the group has a chance to say how they are feeling or talk for a minute about something that is going on in their lives. Participation is not mandatory, and anyone can pass if they do not want to speak. Lately, I've noticed, every time I … [Read more...] about I Don’t Often See It, but I Always Have a Choice
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Depression Isn’t a Choice
It is easy to see how even I can view depression as a scam people perpetrate on themselves and others. Break your leg, it is obvious. Toothache? We all know it’s time to go to the dentist. No energy for months at a time, forcing yourself to do what you must to get through the day? Just get it together. I’ve heard it all over the years. We don't choose to be depressed. … [Read more...] about Depression Isn’t a Choice
Our lives’ are all about making choices
Sometimes it’s as simple as what will I have for breakfast. Should I just have a bowl of cereal, maybe with banana slices on it? Or should I make eggs, possibly bacon, toast, and grits? What about skipping breakfast and just grabbing coffee? Each of these choices, small as they may be, come with consequences. Grabbing cereal is fast but may not last the morning. Add … [Read more...] about Our lives’ are all about making choices
I’m spinning a lot of plates today
Who doesn’t get caught up in things occasionally? I am not bemoaning being busy. I chose that over retirement. Well, I chose busy over feeling anxious. Busy over wallowing in the depths of depression, busy instead of not being here at all. When I think of it that way, I have no room to bitch about anything. Choosing to be alive means plates must be spun. Choices … [Read more...] about I’m spinning a lot of plates today
Why is it so much harder when you have choices?
With concealed depression, everything was about work. It was a place to run to, to be distracted from the prospect of having to live in the present moment. Work, in its various forms, has been a place for me to hide. A place to confirm in my head that I have value. It’s my comfort zone. Then depression and I agreed I would retire early. Depression was gleefully … [Read more...] about Why is it so much harder when you have choices?