Year: 2006
In a Blown Mind
Posted on September 4, 2006 in Depression Mania Psychotropics Reflections Routine
You can’t use drugs to be like this. You got to have it naturally.
Every Peasant Wants to See a Dragon
Posted on September 4, 2006 in Milestones
We just don’t have many adventurers anymore, do we?
Not Johnny Depp
Posted on September 4, 2006 in Terrorism
A fascinating article likening terrorism to the pirate days of yore. No romance here and a possible solution to an impasse.
Egads! Another…
Posted on September 2, 2006 in DBSA Support Groups and Conferences
…Bipolar Princess! I’m seeing her on Saturday.
Stone Fruit
Posted on September 1, 2006 in Adolescence
What had been one with the branch now lay on the ground, rotting, compressing, stinking.
Making Your Mark
Posted on September 1, 2006 in Reflections
The trouble is that the stage has become too massive. Who can break it up and shove all the people who understand me into this corner?
Meal Planning While Depressed
Posted on September 1, 2006 in Depression Eating
I’ve been thinking about those dutiful marches to the refrigerator
Dream
Posted on September 1, 2006 in Dreams
I pitch my tent in a snowy meadow during a Quaker conference
Recovery: An Account
Posted on August 30, 2006 in Depression
It is interesting to watch the effects of three crystal pink capsules of Effexor on my mood.
Waterbucket Way
Posted on August 28, 2006 in Satisfaction
Dig out that plastic bucket that you keep under the sink.
Listless
Posted on August 27, 2006 in Depression
I am rising out of what my friend Janet calls the “black hole” into a state of just not giving much a damn about anything except eyeing the hairs of dust floating over a surface of your choice. I am surrounded by books and yet I touch none of them: The Heart of Midlothian frightens me because it was the book I was reading when I disappeared for eight days last week. Disappeared to you, that is. I knew where I was at but the space was Queen-sized.
I have had many depressions but few like this one. Guess it is the effect of the Lamictal: it gives me happy manias and truly listless depressions.
I cried when I went to a support group meeting which is a good sign because it means I trust the people there. After I left, I do not doubt that I was a source of friendly gossip. “This is not the Joel we know” one woman said to me. Well, it was the same old Joel but he was tired, very tired though not fatigued.
Riposte to Emerson’s Four Snakes
Posted on August 26, 2006 in Neighborhood
In my neighborhood park: One boy peeing from atop a jungle gym for no purpose that I could see, not to mimic dogs, not for love, just peeing.
And here’s to you Ralph Waldo Emerson.
