Tag: mental health

Reflections on the Nature of Being Broken

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Usually, these days, I fall asleep pretty much instantly, but for some reason last night my mind was running thinking about this. Promising myself I’d write it down and share it was  enough to let me sleep. Let’s see if I can put a lot of disjointed thoughts together into a coherent form that maybe people can make sense of. It occurred to me that ‘broken,’ which is mostly how I feel these day, is a relative and situational concept. And I think maybe it’s less that I’m broken than that much of the world is and I’m just not…

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It Lives! (cue spooky music)

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Due to yet another bout of depression/anxiety, I stopped keeping up with blogging for quite some time.  I recently discovered that my foster blog was deteriorating and I was going to lose the contents, and in general decided that it made more sense to just put everything in the same blog.  After all, it’s only likely to be my friends who read this, and at least this way, maybe it will stay updated!  I’ve imported the posts from my fosters blog that chronicled the kittenhoods of Eva-the-Diva and Cory-Bear and the others, the posts from my blog for my own…

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Good thing I’m changing careers anyway

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I’ve had transcription to do for, man, ages now.  Weeks.  Which I’ve been trying and trying and trying to make myself do.  Now, to understand how weird this is, you need to know that transcription, typing stuff straight from dictation while using a foot pedal to control play-rewind-FF, is something that I’ve enjoyed ever since college, was one of my favourite parts of my 3-year psychiatry job, and was (in theory) the main part of the job I was in when I got depressed.  I’ve done it from home before.  I even recently bought myself a digital foot pedal, which…

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Post-depression… then what?

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Depression is very treatable in most cases.  I know this.  Heck, I was a psychiatry secretary for three years. Meds help, regardless of who says otherwise.  I would not be writing this without them.  I would be pretty much completely non-functional still.  Therapy helps, I have a wonderful therapist that I’m very grateful for, and a family doctor who wants full updates every time I see him and is always encouraging.  Family support helps, beyond words. But what happens when you’re no longer “depressed,” per se?  When you no longer fit the criteria for diagnosis, and can be considered to…

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