Depression is a life threatening illness that I have been battling for twenty years. I am better now than I was ayear ago, but I am still weak and tired from the fight. I’ve often felt that depression is a bit like madness. Instead of hallucinations that give you an incorrect view of objective reality, your internal, subjective reality is affected. Your whole life is improperly viewed as being far worse than it really is. yet, it is sometimes impossible to tell that your feelings are wrong. They are your feelings and no one elses. Who can say that they aren’t valid?
My first one for today:
I just got this:
Three little hamsters, all dressed in grey and white, Trying to get to heaven on the end of a kite, Well the kite string broke and down they all fell, Instead of going to heaven, they all went to hell. Support your local Overworked Hamster Union Local 325! Your friendly SDMB hamsters
Who did it?
The last one for now, before I go to a BBQ at a friend’s house in like ten minutes here:
I left my journal entry so far today (since it’s private, I’m not going to reproduce it here), and got this in return:
Hmm. I leave a journal entry, and get suggestions on how to make a web page look better. Interesting…
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