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Depression And How To Survive It by Spike Milligan
I loved her entirely, and still do. The problem is that, now, the love I feel goes out of me and into nothing. It has no destination any more, because she is gone. My relationship with her was the defining one of my life, and now I must cope with the world and my life in the knowledge that I feel smaller, and the world feels bigger and more frightening, than ever before. In my teens, I started reading philosophy, and those first pages set in motion a fascination that still compels me 13 years later.
I want to know why we sometimes stay quiet when we know we should not, how to manage grief, and love, and that nagging discomfort we all feel. It can be found in the most surprising places: in literature, in conversations, in a podcast. The Irish Times Travel Service offers a variety of unique and interesting holidays to destinations all over the world.
Depression And How To Survive It
Commenting on The Irish Times has changed. To comment you must now be an Irish Times subscriber. They were tears of absence. I was grieving the joy that had packed its bags and vacated my heart. Joy is a tomorrow that may never come. Joy is a good dream upon waking. Joy is a shooting star out of the corner of your eye. Joy is a whisper in a cacophonous room. Joy is a murmur. So, this time, in the middle of my depression, I resolved to do two things. First, I resolved to not compound my depression by acting on it.
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When I felt hopeless, I watched the hopelessness instead of doing hopeless things. When I felt shame, I watched the shame, instead of hiding. When I felt angry, I watched the anger instead of lashing out. Sorry, people. And when I wanted to escape, I watched the desire to escape, instead of running. And before, when joy was a vapor, it eventually condensed again.
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It solidified. So, I decided to wait and to watch for it to condense once more. Until there was enough of it to drink.
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Light pushing back dark. I drove dark country roads and paid attention to houselights nestled in black fields. I watched an owl in the middle of the day land in a tree across the street, and then fly down the block.
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An animal of the night, flying through the light. I remembered what happened the day before the depression happened. I remembered the ball rolling slowly, oh-so-slowly, end over end down the middle of the lane, knocking down eight pins, stopping completely, then slowly rolling left, like it was being remotely controlled, knocking over pin number nine and brushing pin number ten before dropping out of sight.
I remembered pin ten wobbling and wobbling and wobbling. And finally going over. I remembered the eruption of joy from everyone watching. Until, once again, the light grows more abundant. You can leave a comment by clicking here. You can read it by clicking here. You can also subscribe to the Artisan Blog by clicking here. He is also a writer and blogs regularly about the redemption of our personal, relational, and communal lives. Kelly is married, has three children, and enjoys learning from them how to be a kid again.
Ah, my friend. Thank you for a deeply empathic post on a difficult topic. Knowing that you have walked where so many of us have also walked, brings trust and gives life. You know us and it shows. You bleed with us, and your knees and hands are bruised and scraped, just like ours. Thanks for pushing back the loneliness, and the darkness, with these beautiful words. Thanks for this, buddy. But I think that is just another shaming message to both the helper and the helpee. Thanks again for affirming that. Thank you, Kelly, not only for remembering the light and the joy when darkness was everywhere.
I am so glad that you have rediscovered your joy.
Thank you, Shel. Thank you again for your constant encouragement. Thank you so much for this — for it describes what I awoke to this morning. You have given words to the emptiness that I felt this morning. So good to know and hear that none of us is alone even when we feel like we are. Yes, Eleanor. Darkness and emptiness are definitely interchangeable metaphors. Droplets of joy to you. It can in away be a gift when I choose to use it that way.
And thank you for the joy — I will add them to the base that I know is there — hidden but waiting to rise up! Thank you for your honesty. Please know that we are sitting quietly by, watching it with you…. I live with chronic, low-grade depression dysthymia. What you describe sounds strange to me. Thank you for sharing your story. My encouragement to you is to identify what you have been doing to feel a little lighter, and then spread the word.
Courage to you as you do so.