Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Ship of Myself (Depression, Part 1)






I started taking Prozac about a week before the election, when I was relatively optimistic about the election results. I never thought I’d look back on that as a time when I was relatively together. I recognize that depression is bigger than I am, and that I need help and intervention outside myself. I can only do so much on my own. I’ll post a list of some of the self care ideas I’ve been using shortly. I didn’t see it as a premonition then but now I wonder. I’ve always had a kind prescience about some things, and I really wonder if my consciousness was setting off some kind of: "Iceberg, right ahead!" warning before the ship of myself crashed headlong into destruction, ripping a hole in my heart enough o let me sink.
I’ve always had issues with depression. I’ve been on anti-depressants before. I’m barely moving. The week after, I’ve at least regained the ability to go to work and act like a semi-functional human being. Wednesday the 9th and Thursday the 10th were difficult days, and I went through them like a zombie, feel like I was carrying around a giant hole in my heart, like a shotgun blast. It’s amazing to me that no one ever said anything, no one seemed to notice that I’m just faking it over here. I know, people have their own stuff to deal with and I shouldn’t expect people to recognize my own personal signs of falling, even while at the same time I work hard to make it look like I’m not drowning.
Does anyone ever stop to think just how easy it is deceived people into thinking we’re okay? Itsn’t it amazing how much just one smile can hide?
When the sadness gets too much, I shut down. Like I did last night. After a day of PD at work, and then a visit to my next job, when I was finally allowed to go home, I just crawled under the covers and stayed there. This morning, I’m trying to dig my way out. I’ve cleaned up some of the dirty dishes in the sink, did a load of laundry, straightened up avalanches of toppling books and notebooks. Will sweep the kitchen and mop the floor. Started a fire in the kitchen oven and in the living room fireplace (we use wood stove heat for much of the house.) And there’s something satisfying about completing these small tasks, but still, when they’re done, I meet myself at the other end.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Halloween Tarot Reading

This is from the Halloween tarot deck called the Halloween Oracle by Stacy Demarco. The first card represents the heart of the issue or question, the second card represents the challenge, and the third card represents the solution. 
I find this to be almost scarily accurate. For the first card I've been really pushing myself to be creative lately even though I've had some problems and issues so I can definitely see the heart of the issue or question being me trying to create despite some obstacles in my way. The second card is also accurate because it represents at the graveyard card represents unnecessary fear and I feel like maybe I really drive myself crazy being afraid to take chances and afraid of a rejection and things like that. The third card is also really accurate because it represents of kind of going out and networking that's with the cobweb of the spider represents is going out and kind of casting your web into the world so I am overall I feel like this was a really accurate and a great reading.  BloggerImage

Not there yet, but a little closer than yesterday

3500 WORDS PER POUND WEEK 9 (I THINK) WRITING So, how’s the writing going? Not that great, but I did just rewrite a chapter of the WIP I’v...