Monthly Archive for January, 2008

My Depression – Back to Basics

As confirmed the other day one of the things that originally attracted people to GG was my scan art. Thanks to enough people emailing me and asking me when I moved to WP WHERE the HECK my scans had gone, I’m going to bring it back. I’m just older now and not as flexible it is harder to think of poses. Give me a bit.

And secondly this used to be a place where I spilled all about my struggles with depression and although no proof remains in comment form there are many emails in a folder and people did feel safe talking about their shit here.

I don’t know exactly what it was that made me stop. I’d say it probably has a lot to do with the fact that I leave my house now and I hide my depression as best I can when I’m out and I’m basically sick of it, I can’t do it anymore and I guess I don’t believe that people will still accept me if I’m down and out honest about what life behind closed doors is really like for me that in some ways it still feels like it is never going to get better and in other ways no matter which way you look at it I am doing better than ever. But the areas I’m doing better than ever in aren’t areas that people outside an incredibly small inner circle ever see.

Lately I have been grumpy and moody to a degree I have never experienced before. I’m not doing well in group settings haven’t been since January 20th. and I’m starting to lash out in negative ways. aka not thinking before speaking or twittering. Because sometimes it is easier to deal with making people not like me. I’m used to that and getting used to the idea that people do like me, honestly, I’m having some issues with it.

I think you are still going to see me as the genuinely nicer person you’ve seen develop over the years but I feel it necessary to stop hiding how seriously depressed I am because when I don’t post on it I just end up feeling overwhelmed and don’t post at all. Going back to the brutally honest way I used to write this blog just with a more mature outlook and less of the fook word are what I need right now with where I am in my therapy.

I want to make it clear to anyone who it wasn’t blatantly clear to before, kind of a disclaimer if you will, that I have never and will never post about MY depression, MY mood disorders, MY anxiety for sympathy and any oh please love me bull shit, not saying I don’t appreiate it but May 2008 will mark five full years with my Psychiatrist and if I wanted sympathy I wouldn’t look to the internet for it. Just saying. There are so many of us out there who struggle with these disorders and all I want to do is tell my story.

when hand talking turns deadly

I mentioned earlier this week that I was a hand talker and clumsy, I bet you’re glad you didn’t challenge me now.

bruise

Before the Fuji

Remember when we had no camera and so because of my friend David I started to scan myself and things? If you weren’t around then, we didn’t have a camera in 2005 and parts of 2006 so I started to scan myself and things.

I didn’t size them for flickr at all, I’m posting them small so they don’t look funny, and if we aren’t flickr friends then you can’t see the money.

Cons

apocolips

Lips

dr. v and what he considers erotic

punking instigator

insane

live strong and prosper

WELLIES!!

gus paws

The Words That I Say

It is not uncommon in various types of conversations for me to utter the words ‘you never really know anyone’, it normally goes unnoticed or is likely viewed as a loaded statement leaving it ignored. I said those words to some random guy whilst conversing outside the Holly McNarland concert a while back and the jist of his response in his wasted state was basically that I was full of shit. He is entitled to his opinion and being unused to being challenged on those words that do make a particularly strong statement, I was left fairly tongue tied and unable to elaborate realizing that I never mean it in a positive way and explaining would have been an instant downer. Significance = Believe it or not, I shut it.

I am not going to say that nothing shocks me. That would be a blatant lie. But in February 2003 when I lost a close friend to suicide parts of my life changed forever and with no note and with his closest friends unaware that he even suffered from depression and having known him in one of the more open and intimate friendships I have allowed into my life I decided to accept that I didn’t really know anyone and that I never would. Some people keep their secrets secret, and those who don’t I no longer believe are telling all and that is their right.

So the ridiculous things surprise me less.