I applaud the idea, crotalus. unfortunately, even if i count the laughably-entitled simple quantum physics which i never finished and a scattering of maths text books i doubt i've read 50 in total so won't be joining in. (i have written a play, though, if anyone runs short of material...)
does anyone remember those popular in the early 70's known as briefs - name used differently now. i was looking for a picture of a pair - in situ - recently for ahem... research purposes and just couldn't find one anywhere. you'd see women in films from the period wearing them.
had the same problem trying to research who lived in my house. i could find reference to the townland (area of land the parishes are divided into) from the kilkenny church records going back to mediaeval times so i knew people were living here but no record of anything specific.
well with my parents death and not believing in re-incarnation i knew from the start that i couldn't have what i wanted. but in other cases although with hindsight it might have seemed a waste of time trying to fix the problem at what point do you know that there is no chance of it being fixed ? giving up might make you worse because you could then blame yourself.
interesting notion, i'll have to ponder that. i'm not sure i was angry but i was certainly frustrated at knowing that if i wanted to say something to either of them, i couldn't. it was the finality of the situation that most disturbed me i think. i hate things ending.
i got badly depressed when both my parents died, within a year of each other. so it wasn't a question of repressing anything but a case of having no power to resolve the problem. not sure where that fits into the box analogy. i was offered drugs but my brain is the most important organ i have and although it wasn't working properly i didn't want my power to reason messed with. i just sat it out. what was really damaging though was that the person i was with at the time wasn't very compassionate; in fact she took advantage of my weakness and i'm sure it prolonged my illness.
yes, i tend to agree with that. i think maybe there are two (or more) kinds of depression. one where there is a really obvious cause but one that you are powerless to resolve and another where they may be a cause that is hidden from you. i suspect the latter is where therapy and possibly drugs come in but if its the former you will eventually come out of it and as minx said you are experiencing it for a reason.
got to be something in the seratonin argument; i always feel more cheerful when the sun is out but i just have to see it, don't actually need to be outside so can't just be seratonin. maybe you feel better because subconsciously you know that if you did go out you would start to manufacture the chemical; a kind of auto-placebo effect.
surely the 6 billion dollar question, though, is why does sadness sometimes become depression; a state that doesn't respond immediately to positive stimuli ?
i think its the other way round; people get depressed because they don't get the help that they need. it would be the definition of someone who loved them that they gave that help even if the person didn't know or think that they needed it.
In the early gloom, Of awakening conscience in a still-dark room. In the pit of despair, Sick with the bile of what recently was there. In the remembered bliss, Of a beckoning smile and the first tender kiss. In the awful assassin, Of just-harboured guilt cutting sharply within. In the silent face, Of inner decline and the swift forfeit of grace. In the deadly weight, Of four leaden limbs and a crippling self-hate. In the gathering quiet, Of a redundant phone and an alarm not set. In a vivid dream, Of an altered scenario and what it could mean. In an endless quest, For the truth in what was; the words and the rest.
the last two are very moving, vonney. thanks for sharing them. your week wasn't wasted. i don't think there can be anything worse than losing a child; certainly puts my problems into perspective.
i can't do it on demand, first time i've written any for at least a decade and i had something to write about this week. its always something that's happened to me or i get very angry about. but, if you're the sort of person who can be inspired in a more abstract way, i reckon you could do worse than sit in the botanical gardens for an hour or so, in the glass house. plenty of shape and colour and an unusual atmosphere.
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RE: If You Were About To Be Attacked Which of the following pople would you want there.
aren't one of the above 5 most likely to be doing the attacking ?