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Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two:
'via Blog this'
I wish I had the creativity and the courage to write that post. It is the most on target description I've ever encountered. But even if I had the creativity and the courage today I wouldn't have had the motivation. Today was a puddle-on-the-floor day.
When I expressed alarm to my counselor today over the frequency, intensity and duration of these meltdowns and the disconcerting way I am often launching out of them into euphoria or plunging out of euphoria back into a puddle on the floor she reminded me that I have actually had a number of significant losses and other shocks in the last several months and need to allow for the grieving process to run its course. Then she pointed out the elements of progress she can see and how significant they are. Tho I could see the same elements they did not have a glow of hope to them today rather they grayed against the shimmer of the past and future hopes that have been yanked away from me.
In other words there is a toddler in me throwing a tantrum over not getting her way. I think I liked it better when she just sat quietly sucking her thumb so I could go numb.