D-E-S-P-A-I-R
Monday morning. Back to the deadening. Hackles raised. Paranoia.
Wellbutrin works only so well. The rest is up to you know who, better known as you know how. Big sigh. Lots of noise and aggression. One small idea, watered with unresolved grief, tears my world of neurotransmitters into shreds.
This too shall pass.
So they say.
posted by Tony Forkush at 8:26 AM
6 Comments:
- Maybe the winter meetings or a big signing will get you out of your doldrums.
- The Lakers are amazing.
- You have a job! (though it seems like the district should hire a minder for you - that would be optimal for all parties)
- You're funny.
- That live performance at Note was amazing to watch and par for the course for the great Forkush.
Though I couldn't hear anything since I still don't have speakers working (just to aggravate you.)
- When you go to a porn site you never click "Gay Content"
- You're Jewish and they have an extraordinarily proud history.
I'm going to think some more and get back to you.
J.B.
Jamie is correct. There is nothing to be depressed about. Your class reunion should have shown you that there are a lot of people that love you. If you have friends you have everything.
Sure it's always darkest before the dawn, but things might get better. I know they will get worse before they get better, but at least there is hope. Without hope, what is there? Remember, Andy Defresne said about it, "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best." And he also told us, "Get busy living, or get busy dying."
Words to live by.
Tell it to my dopamine level.
Guys, this is a medical condition we are talking about. Get a clue, my good friends.
This is a separate issue from my attitude. Clinical Depression is a battle. Anyone who has had to live with it knows this. You are all smart folks. I don't blame you for your misintepretation of my disease. But it IS a disease, IS being treated. Science has not totally solved the problem though.
I encourage you to do some reading about the problem. There is a ton of literature out there written by doctors and, more importantly, by those who live and have lived with this crippling ailment all their lives.
Also, Seasonal Affective Disorder is REAL, even as the sun is shining.
I love you both.
I went to a psychologist that said I had depression. She wanted to send me to a psychiatrist to prescribe me drugs, but I said no. My problem was that I was stressed out because of many things, mostly physical eg abuse from work, lack of money etc. Drugs would not have solved my problem. I would feel good, but still have my problems.
I’m not saying that’s what your problem is, but Jamie and I are just trying to help you feel better. We can’t do anything for your medical condition, but we can be here to make you feel good about yourself. Some things can be cured with a better attitude. And this change of attitude comes from your friends, not you. If we stay positive and make you feel some kind of self worth, you’ll be in better spirits.
We are not being ignorant of your condition. We understand. And Cymbalta can help. Ask your doctor before taking Cymbalta. Some side effects may include constant flatuants. If you experience and increased erection, you’ve got the wrong pill. See your local hooker immediately. An erection lasting longer than four hours or more can result in you becoming stud of the year. If you become stud of the year, please seek help because it might be a result in an over active imagination. If you have an over active imagination, take Cymbalta. Ask your doctor if Cymbalta is right for you.
That's C - Y - M - B - A - L - T - A
And ditto all the other stuff too; what you guys already said. We're just trying to let you know we hear you, and back you up.
Peace, Love,
Jerry'O
I get a little Seasonal Affective Disorder at each aphelion myself. Plus, the holidays suck worse with each passing year. So I do a little light therapy in the form of renting some time in a tanning bed. Brightens my mood, and I look MAAAAHVELOUS!
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