When Depression Begins to Sprinkle

…grab your umbrella

 

I know my limits.

They strike more quickly than others’.

My energy is depleted by the end of the work day, and my time at home is then “wasted”. I say wasted because I want to be productive around the house: do the laundry, help make dinner, clean, play board games with the family, and such.

My “productivity”, though, often remains to be recuperation. Relaxation due to complete physical and mental exhaustion. Continue reading “When Depression Begins to Sprinkle”

Speaking Up About Mental Health

A Guest Post by Jordan Jones

Jordan Jones and Mental HealthJordan Jones is a 17-year-old from Mississippi and is a content creator. He focuses on mental health and wants to help others speak up about this much-too-often taboo topic. Jordan cares about people; he wants to help bring value to others. His happiness is helping others. Continue reading “Speaking Up About Mental Health”

It’s a Laughing Matter

Take Laughing Seriously.

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. e. e. cummings

I used to think that a day without chocolate is a day wasted, but I’ve come around to agreeing with e.e. cummings. Consider a day without a genuine smile and laughter. What does that leave us? Sadness, depression, or even complete apathy.

Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. ~William Goldman in Princess Bride.

Continue reading “It’s a Laughing Matter”

The Infinite To-Do List

It’s burying me.

I’m a list person.

I have a shopping list for Target, a shopping list for groceries, a shopping list for other miscellaneous items needed, a to-do list for the house, a to-do list for work, a to-do list for chores. It’s never-ending. The lists are never truly completed because before the items are all scratched off, more items amass or are re-added. Continue reading “The Infinite To-Do List”

What’s the Point?

Thoughts and Ideas for the Mentally Struggling and Mentally Successful

When I first began therapy for my mental illness, I couldn’t even put a name to any of my feelings. It was as though I was having them all at once or not at all.

Overwhelmed by emotions…or just no feeling at all.

Not apathy, just…nothing.

I was detached from life.

I didn’t see the point. Continue reading “What’s the Point?”