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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The truth? The truth? You can’t handle the truth!

Read on, if apparently, you believe otherwise.

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Dealing with the monsters inside the black pit

I think the worst advice I have ever heard anyone give someone who is dealing with depression is “just smile.”

If only it was that easy.

However, there is something to be said for that simple statement. However, first let’s look at some basics.

It is far too easy to be caught in one or all of three traps that the darkened mind offers when when one deals with depression. Together they provide an environment that fosters further darkness, loneliness and personal destruction. There’s three things you need to be aware of:

  1. Anxiety
  2. Isolation
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regarding mortality

A dear friend of mine wrote to me to share my struggle with mortality with them as they were facing similar issues.

My response turned out to be as much a way to help myself as it was to help them, so I put it here (excluding personal references and identifiers) as a record for myself and in the hope that it may offer someone else a ray of light to guide their way.

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doomed to repeat … some times … most times … all times

People are idiots and I am a class A idiot.

I, like so many of the people who are attracted to the community on tumblr, am going through “stuff.”

I, like so many others on Tumblr, forget about the “others” part.

I try to be a good person, and I try to be good to others.

Yet, there are blinkers.

Sometimes, you don’t notice the blinkers until you run into a wall.

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