This picture is taken from I had a black Dog and its name was Depression by Matthew Johnston, an excellent pictorial depiction of the condition, the full caboodle can be seen via the link here. The reason I am name checking it is it illustrates my existence of late, it’s not good. A combination of Christmas pressures and other professional work and personal demands has really had a detrimental effect on my confidence, cognitive abilities, emotional state, you name it. So much of my plans for the future depended on my new found confidence and when I question such, my collapsing future seems all too obvious all of a sudden, why couldn’t I see it all along? People/friends have tried to convince me otherwise but my mind can be very difficult to change on the subject.
Its resulted in sleepless nights, emotional outbursts at the drop of a hat and as such i have been dependant on the support of others just to get out the house. Heading to places were demands are tempered by people around me to take up the slack, people and places I have name checked in earlier blogs. I have lost count of the time I have been tearful in the park when out with Betty and meeting up with dog walking friends and acquaintances. Friends have suggested the blog is a positive thing-I’m not convinced but have decided to plough on, although I have tried and failed to write a blog for the last month or so. I’m not sure where or how the blog will develop but here I am needing to do something to distract me and I guess I can delete it at some future date.
Another change for me is my uptake of other considerations on life-observations stated more clearly than my own, or over the internet where I am spending more time of late. I have always liked listening to talk radio and have come across some finds of late by clicking links that my friend Marc has been putting on the WellPool Site that I volunteer with. Listened to a good discussion on writing as therapy at Luner Poetry Podcasts and another collection of thoughts called Muslings which I enjoyed too.
Thanks to my friends for their support over the previous weeks, you know who you are.
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Its resulted in sleepless nights, emotional outbursts at the drop of a hat and as such i have been dependant on the support of others just to get out the house. Heading to places were demands are tempered by people around me to take up the slack, people and places I have name checked in earlier blogs. I have lost count of the time I have been tearful in the park when out with Betty and meeting up with dog walking friends and acquaintances. Friends have suggested the blog is a positive thing-I’m not convinced but have decided to plough on, although I have tried and failed to write a blog for the last month or so. I’m not sure where or how the blog will develop but here I am needing to do something to distract me and I guess I can delete it at some future date.
Another change for me is my uptake of other considerations on life-observations stated more clearly than my own, or over the internet where I am spending more time of late. I have always liked listening to talk radio and have come across some finds of late by clicking links that my friend Marc has been putting on the WellPool Site that I volunteer with. Listened to a good discussion on writing as therapy at Luner Poetry Podcasts and another collection of thoughts called Muslings which I enjoyed too.
Thanks to my friends for their support over the previous weeks, you know who you are.
lick here to edit.