Noah – The Mind Reader

It’s been over four fuckin’ years of restlessness. Aching restlessness. But it’s also meant four years of a living, breathing, meaningful  existence.   Noah is the dog I adopted from a shelter, at a time when I was as broken as he was. He greets me the same way each day. Bushy tail swinging side to…

Sleeping my way through it….

Sleep is the only thing on my mind these days. I have skipped work, and instead slept this whole week. My room seems like a prison at these times. The only consolation is Noah is sleeping too, close by. Sleeping through my days is for me an almost certain indication that I’m falling into a…

Meanderings of a ‘seemingly-normal-not-so-dark’ depression

It’s been more than a few weeks of being stuck in this limbo, this stupor of being unable to run, read, write, work, think. To think. Not the superficial way that will get me through the day. There’s tiredness too climbing up the flight of stairs, which was not apparent earlier. Stuffing myself with far…

My Depression and Yours: Coping with Kindness

(Guest-post by crickhollow@gmail.com. Re-post) Onward, Though Your Feet Be Stumbling ~ Anonymous I am healing. It has been three years of self-destroying, painful despair. Three years of terrifying mood-swings, endless panic attacks, contemplations of suicide, and deep, deep hopelessness and loneliness. These three years have cost me everything I’ve worked hard for – all my…