When it is (not) amicable …

No one tells you about the excruciating details of separation. Nor the emotional or mental strain that you have to deal with.

Sure, people talk about anger, angst and sadness. Far too often it is wrapped in the package of an acrimonious split – an event or action that like a grenade in a lake creates a massive splash and then ripples out to each bank.

No one talks about a split that is made when it’s obvious that the relationship is no longer working.

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Silver is not the colour of the lining (of my fuck-tonne of baggage)

Seriously,

Ain’t nobody got time for that

You should probably do something better with your time.


NB; This is part of my CB therapy. It’s one-sided, it’s biased, it’s self-pitying, it’s my mind and nothing else. If you happen to know me and happen to know anyone I allude to, then take it with a horse bag of salt. There’s so much left unsaid and so much probably overstated. That’s the nature of externalisation based writing therapy.

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Be warned: Don’t smile if you are depressed!

Funny how a small snippet can trigger off a stream of thought, isn’t it? This morning, as I am oft apt to do, I read the “odd-spot” in The Age newspaper. It read:

Monday November 23, 2009

A Canadian woman on long-term sick leave for major depression says she lost her benefits after her insurance agent found photos of her on Facebook in which she appeared to be having fun, including at a Chippendales bar show and on a holiday.

I sat there and thought to myself, “no – they couldn’t! Not based on one or two smiley photos!?”

See, funny thing is if this was a US incident, I’d be all like “yeah, well, what do you expect from the world’s most corrupted health system?” but it was in Quebec! Continue reading “Be warned: Don’t smile if you are depressed!”