I was recently asked about one of my posts about depression. The question was basically asking how I felt about my post. I answered that I didn’t think it was great. It takes a lot of energy to write, even the short posts, and, as a result, I feel like many of my posts are…
I’m lonely. I don’t know how much of it is depression, how much is the divorce and how much is actually being alone (although I rarely seem to be alone, so my guess is it’s the first two), but I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Whatever the cause, I am lonely. It feels different from other…
I’ve never been a good sleeper. I’m quite jealous of those who are. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember, and, according to my parents, it was the case before that. Sleeping is just not a talent I was born with, nor is it a skill I’ve been able to develop. Naturally, depression…
I don’t really believe in sin. At least not in the literal sense of the word. I do believe that rooting for the Yankees is a sin, as is putting more than one topping on a serving of ice cream. But the idea of a crime against God or nature or the universe or whatever…
Today is Thanksgiving, and in the interest of faking it until I make it, I want to come out of my wallow to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I think I can speak for Jamil when I say that we are truly grateful for everyone who has come by to read some of our work. …
I’ve been documenting my recent struggles with depression in this space. I don’t think I’m saying anything original, or particularly interesting. I’m mostly doing it out of my desire to not be a hypocrite. In the past, I have cared for people suffering from depression. I would always ask them to be open about it. …
One of the oddest effects of depression is being unable to enjoy things that I know are enjoyable. For me, that is most noticeable with music. I am completely obsessed with music and have been ever since I can remember. I have a huge record collection. I go to shows whenever I can. I play…
This is a post about depression. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? I’m in a bit of a strange spot right now. I am pretty well educated about depression. But, until recently, I never had a first person experience of it*. The combination of prior education and current experience is weird when it comes to illness. …
