Lucky Gerald.

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gazebos

gazebos

another bit about Zoë’s post:

"When you suffer from this, the small windows of opportunity you have that you feel like you have the energy to and self-worth enough to try and take steps to change things, to want something more than feeling like you barely have your head above water, those chances and that motivation is fucking *rare*."

i’ve always likened it to flowers for algernon. dull and dumb as a baseline, with flashes of okayness, better than okayness, that i can do anything that normal people do and more, knowing all the time it won’t last…then the inevitable spin back into gray. sometimes i wonder how i’ve done anything at all. but i see us making art, plenty of wonderful, life-affirming art, art that helps others and helps ourselves. it keeps me going, knowing i’m not alone. and neither are you.

I know a lot of creative people and perhaps by correlation I know a lot of people who struggle with depression. They have told me (and they’ve told the world) how depression sits there, implacable, and drains the color out of the world until no success or joy matters. I believe them, and it becomes increasingly evident that no matter who you are or what you’ve achieved, that depression is a good liar and can make you believe none of it matters.
 
I know and love too many people with depression to believe that it’s something that’s shameful to talk about or to acknowledge. I want them alive and I want them here with us. If you have depression I want you alive and here with us. Don’t let the moment take you. Don’t be afraid to get help. The people who love you want you here. Believe it.

John Scalzi

No matter what problems you are dealing with, we want to help you find a reason to keep living. By calling 1-800-273-TALK (8255) you’ll be connected to a skilled, trained counselor at a crisis center in your area, anytime 24/7.

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i slept like shit all week. even though i got my minimum 7.5 hours friday night, i was exhausted yesterday. today i let myself sleep as long as i wanted, no alarm. i’d set myself right. i’d work on the comic. i’d get back to where i should be.
my big ol’ brain said “NOPE” and laid all this shit on me. which, granted, i have to do. i’ve been putting much of it off, since i’ve done something nearly every day this week, and the days i haven’t, i’ve had to recover from doing things. but brain, can you let it go for fifteen fucking minutes so i can administer self-therapy so i don’t feel like i’m dying
how do i ever get anything done

i slept like shit all week. even though i got my minimum 7.5 hours friday night, i was exhausted yesterday. today i let myself sleep as long as i wanted, no alarm. i’d set myself right. i’d work on the comic. i’d get back to where i should be.

my big ol’ brain said “NOPE” and laid all this shit on me. which, granted, i have to do. i’ve been putting much of it off, since i’ve done something nearly every day this week, and the days i haven’t, i’ve had to recover from doing things. but brain, can you let it go for fifteen fucking minutes so i can administer self-therapy so i don’t feel like i’m dying

how do i ever get anything done

RIP H. David Novacek. “A threat to our complacency”
(This is purely speculative and in no way a spoiler; I have no idea what’s going to happen to Novacek. Let’s face it,it’s not looking good)

RIP H. David Novacek. “A threat to our complacency”

(This is purely speculative and in no way a spoiler; I have no idea what’s going to happen to Novacek. Let’s face it,it’s not looking good)

only today did it hit me how insipid the line “i got soul but i’m not a soldier” is

but it’s fun to sing and THAT’S WHAT COUNTS