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Category Archives: Depression
Ill Humours
Once upon a time, I spent an evening arguing with a complete stranger about my dominant humor. I was visiting a friend in Los Angeles, and she brought me along to a get-together at her friend’s apartment. We sat on … Continue reading
Depression Diary: The Dull Ache of Melancholy
I’ve been doing some thinking, which isn’t necessarily how I want to spend my time, but brains are hard to turn off and thoughts never really form so much as appear, so there’s no preventative measures. So I think. I … Continue reading
Depression Diary: Writing is Hard
Every time I went to put words on paper (real or digital), my brain froze. I knew the gist of what I wanted to say, but finding actual words felt nigh impossible. I didn’t have the energy. For anything, really, … Continue reading
Depression Diary: Diagnosis à la Mode
There seems to be a trend of self-diagnosis. People run to claim they have some sort of mental issue. You’re not just sad, you’re depressed. You aren’t just stressed, you have high anxiety. You don’t just have trouble concentrating, you … Continue reading
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A Letter to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self
Dear Me, Hi. It’s you. From the future. Don’t get excited–it’s not great. Doctor Who’s a Thing now, though. It was awesome, and then it eventually got not so awesome. Remember how much you hated Trial of a Time Lord? Or … Continue reading
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Motivational Internal Monologuing
So in my last entry (in… eep, May), I discussed a little bit about my struggle with depression. The struggle got harder. And then it overtook my life. My medication stopped working. I turned in on myself more, and outwardly … Continue reading
Depression and I: An Ongoing Affair
In 2006, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I was prescribed medication. I saw a therapist. I got better. Except there is no “getting better” when it comes to depression. It’s something you learn to live with. The most comparable … Continue reading
