depression | depression
May.17.2011
No one grows up wanting to be known for being homeless. I certainly didn't. When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a famous writer who made a difference in the world. When I got older, I became a journalist, determined to reach my goals.
I thought my writing dreams were closer to becoming a...
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May.01.2011
Walking through the bookstore, I saw a man. He was tall and thin, could catch the raindrops on the tops of his black and white sneakers. He looked at me with soft eyes. His cloudy blues reflecting in mine. The top of his head was snuggled neatly into a winter cap, dark green with stitching...
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Apr.04.2011
Today in the paper there was an article about teen suicide on America's Indian reservations. Suicide happens 3-8 times the national norm on the reservations. One of the boys we worked with in a youth radio project had a girlfriend kill herself just two weeks before the camp.
I've spent a great...
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Mar.28.2011
She died today 70 years ago. The suicide note to her husband shows how much Virginia Woolf valued life; the breakdowns were punctuation marks: - - - Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another one of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this...
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Mar.26.2011
I was on Spring Break this past week. (Oh the joys of working for a school district - built in breaks!) I chose to stay home so I could get things done that I've been putting off for weeks, months...okay in some cases, years. I cleaned out cabinets, organized and put away the Christmas stuff that...
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Mar.12.2011
I'm tired. This maze I've been caught in has exhausted me. From the fibrous tips of my weakened fingers down to the aching joints of my toes, my battle wounds have become internal threats to my body. I'd rather sleep on the other side of the moon than to live where the sun never sets....
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Mar.10.2011
Woke up to green tea. And green grass. On which three bodies had fallen. The newspaper’s image was without them. Bodiless grass. Malad, Mumbai. A 31-year-old threw her son down from the 19th floor. Then her daughter. They were seven and nine years old. She flung herself after that. Dead on...
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Mar.04.2011
This is the second half of a two-part blog on surviving severe depression.Previous highlights were: get rid of all weapons, get a crisis number and use it, and find some passive occupation that can take up hours of your time; something you can do instead of brooding. The previous installment ended...
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Mar.04.2011
I’ve been hit by a Depression recently, and been hearing from people with Depression, so here is a recap of my survival strategies, made for times when you genuinely do not want to live. This will be a two-part blog.
In severe Clinical Depression, you lose all will to live. It’s one...
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Feb.11.2011
We all have bad days.
Bad days in general and bad days for writing and days when we can’t understand anything we read and days when the hope of publishing turns into the worst idea we’ve ever had…
This blog covers Reading, Writing, and Publishing and I’m still offering, “Write Your Way Out of...
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