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reflections off the water

a story about a young man, depression and its conquest

i wrote this in a previous cycle of depression. it is an exercise to create a symbol of depression and its conquest. i thought that it would be a good thing to look at again and to add it to my blog.

once upon a time there was a young man. like many other people of his time, he went on with his life seemingly making ends meet in winning the constant struggle between good and evil, managing to maintain a balance.

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mt rainier fron kendall catwalk hike

new required coursework

i replied to shrew’s posts on the dishing out of shame.

imageit dawned on me, the quickest way to eliminate shame; make it a requirement that everyone take two quarters of mental disorder. they would have to take living with a mental disorder 101, and 102, if they still didn’t get it, they could successively take living with a mental disorder 201. if still didn’t work, they could move on to the. upper division courses, living with a mental disorder 301 and 401. if they haven’t got it my then, they are a lost cause and probably committed.

the synopsis would include, but not limited to:

  • staying in bed and getting out just in time for significant other to come home, doing virtually nothing
  • tiredness
  • moodiness
  • sleepless nights
  • isolation (the intensity of this would increase as one progressed through the coursework, eventually excluding your family, best of friends and significant others)
  • weekly trips to therapist
  • monthly trips to the psychiatrist
  • monthly trips to the pharmacist to pick up new drugs because
    the last script didn’t work
  • heaps of self-doubt
  • heaps of feeling like something is wrong with oneself
  • despair (the lack of hope would increase as the coursework continued)
    thoughts of taking one’s own live
  • potentially trying to take one’s own life (definitely, upper division course work)
  • thoughts that the one’s own value is less than the dump of crap one did this morning
  • at best, weekly showers
  • making poor decisions about what’s best for oneself (intensity would increase with coursework)
  • a chemical imbalance in the brain
  • a serving of unresolved anger (this would become more prominent as coursework continued)
  • the pressures from the outside world that says, “get over it.”
  • the pressures from inside of oneself that maybe we’re (the royal we, mind you) are making this all up
  • heaps of judgement and disapproval. (this would increase as coursework continued)
  • hearing voices when nobody is around
  • having those voices tell one to do irrational things ( upper division coursework )
  • seeing things that aren’t there
  • paranoia (increasing as continuing through the coursework)
  • thoughts that everyone is working against oneself
  • thoughts of “no one gets it.”
  • a weeklong trip to the local psych ward (upper division coursework)

if you “got it”, you could take a test to show your knowledge in that particular area and potentially move to the next class. then again, maybe one would have to take the class again, in order to simulate the idea of cycles.

maybe that would be enough that ignorant people and society as a whole would pull their f*cking heads out of their ass and stop it with all this stigma-y (there i go again, making up words) bulls*hit.

the path around lake 22

on second thought…maybe our brain is too small

a note to creationist: heed the same warning that the cowardly lion followed in the wizard of oz, “i’d turn back if I were you!”

i recently wrote about research showing a possible correlation between brain inflammation and depression. I claimed that maybe our brains where too big. perhaps, i got that wrong. read on to find out why.

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a needle in a haystack

this is based on of a post by my blog friend shoe1000. I thank her for inspiring me.

imagine a haystack. the hay in the haystack represents all the noise of getting through depression. hiding in that stack are the potential keys for getting to the other side of depression. these could be anything from medications, friends, support groups, therapy or even your aunt mabel’s advice on how she made it through her depression by sitting in a mud bath daily until her depression went away, “Oh, in ’bout six months i reckon,” as those words still echo in your ears.

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