...but I think I'll put it off until tomorrow...
I intended this week to add more to my musings on porn and BDSM and their relationship to feminism, but alas, it doesn't look like that's going to get done. No doubt my collected reader will be distraught at having to wait...!
A long-term sufferer from clinical depression, I noticed a couple of days ago the signs that another episode of it was coming up and, well, here it is. Totally enervated, incapable of summoning up the willpower to do basic tasks, this is not "oh, I'm feeling a bit blue, a bit down, today, I'll watch some comedy and cheer myself up." This is, almost literally, "The bed covers feel too heavy, I think I'll just lie here and wait for the world to go away." It's not about being pathetic and feeling sorry for myself, either. I want to be active, I want to be getting on with life and sorting stuff out (and writing that essay that I've put off). I am genuinely, physically incapable of doing this stuff when I'm in the depths of a depression episode.
I'm a stubborn arsehole at times, which is why I always resolve to soldier these episdoes out on my own without using drugs of any sort. It may be dumb, but I've got my stupid-ass male pride to uphold here!
Messages of support and e-hugs would be most welcome, though (I may be dumb male-proud stubborn, but I like having people back me up in it!)
Wednesday, 9 May 2007
2 things wot people said:
Comments Moderation Policy
This blog is intended to be a place where I can develop my thoughts freely and get free and honest responses. Essentially, it is my safe space, and for that reason I have elected to maintain this blog as a moderated space. However, I am opposed in general to censorship and believe that usually the best way to kill a bad idea is with a better one, so very few comments will be rejected. Comments designed to cause offence for the sake of it (e.g. abusive or inflammatory remarks with no other content), or else those that I feel cross a boundary of human decency, are most likely to be rejected.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
being someone who succombs to bouts with this beast... i have no answers ;-)
ReplyDeletehowever, in my experience they do go away. not wanting to knock anyone who suffers worse than i do, i have found there is truth to one of the signs being... not enjoying the things you used to.
there is part of me that i think on some level is needing to look at what you enjoy, what gives you.... well you, and what makes you feel alive. remove all of the story about what should/or did give you those things and look for what will.
*e-hug*
ReplyDelete