Tag depression
I hate goatheads. Especially when they prick me late at night when I get my cereal snack barefoot. But, even though they bug the crap out of me, they do remind me that God isn’t some wish-granting genie in a… Continue Reading →
Perhaps, as someone shared with me, my approach to addiction/depression may work in “mild” cases, but probably wouldn’t work in more severe cases. Again, my approach to depression/addiction (and to life in general) is: 1) To seek and find beauty… Continue Reading →
People shuffled around me as I attempted to offer condolences to a man whose committed suicide. I didn’t know the man; he’s a friend of my wife’s and I had never met him before his son’s funeral. But in his… Continue Reading →
I live by five (5) rules that I believe provide emotional health: Do not harbor sinister designs Cultivate a wide range of interest in the arts Be knowledgeable in a variety if occupations Do not be negligent, even in trifling… Continue Reading →
Though there is no such thing as a magic bullet that can ward off Depression/Addiction, I try my best to live by five (5) rules that go a really long way in maintaining and improving my emotional health: Do not… Continue Reading →
for me pain don’t transfer a sense of life. nor a hint nor a whisper of a need for penance. to me, life’s hurts are little more than minor key variations on suffering’s simple melody… even a tortured man can… Continue Reading →
There are times I wanna surf the wind on a leaf not for nothin’– not for a dime not for a smile not for nothing but for a little while. just to float and fly and feel free from gravity… Continue Reading →
I’ve heard self-righteous sinners call depression a self-pity party. They congregate and pray and sing away their need to swim in gallons of jack Daniel’s: in words and in songs they congratulate themselves because in a blink of an eye… Continue Reading →
People shuffled around me as I attempted to offer condolences to a man whose committed suicide. I didn’t know the man; he’s a friend of my wife’s and I had never met him before his son’s funeral. But in his… Continue Reading →
It might be easy to dismiss someone who suffers with an addiction as a “junkie” or as a “drunk” or as an “addict.” But what’s lost in that dismissal are the significant changes that occur in someone’s brain as a… Continue Reading →
