Feeling Like Dying

Suicide discussion follows. Be forewarned. For someone who no longer has the impulse to commit suicide, I think about it quite a bit. It’s a feeling. I talked about feelings earlier this week. I know that my suicidal thoughts, and the attached feelings, are not invalid. I have no intention of acting upon them, so… Continue reading Feeling Like Dying

From the Vault: Stubborn Stinkbrain

I’m working on overcoming a severe bout of depression. Thank you for being patient. While I keep making steps forward, I continue putting effort into being less of a “selfish diaper-baby” as Ralph would put it. And with a bunch of new Enforcers joining the fold, I have to remind myself that quitting what I… Continue reading From the Vault: Stubborn Stinkbrain

From The Vault: Why Take This Matters

I’m still shaking off the doldrums and getting myself back on track. While I make more steps towards that, please feel free to read over this post about one of the best initiatives I’ve ever had the pleasure of helping with, even as a source of moral and financial support. It’s important. It’s dangerous to… Continue reading From The Vault: Why Take This Matters

I'm An Adult, I Swear

Art courtesy Andre Jordan I feel, at times, that I am failing at this whole “adulthood” thing. I don’t have what people would consider a traditional career path. I’m not looking after or interested in inheriting the family business, as the family doesn’t really have one – other than being awesome. I do not walk… Continue reading I'm An Adult, I Swear

So This Is Christmas

Hanukkah has come and gone, Christmas is right around the corner, and Kwanzaa begins right after that. We’re in the thick of what’s colloquially known as ‘the holiday season’. This is a time of warm wishes and good cheer. I certainly hope you have both of those. Me, I’m struggling. Don’t get me wrong, I’m… Continue reading So This Is Christmas

The Dark, Dour Beast of Depression

We blame things outside ourselves for our shortcomings all the time. We’ll blame our busy schedules. We’ll blame the enviroments in which we work. We’ll blame the market, politics, the machination of God or muses or just about anything other than our own shortcomings. Blame the bottle, blame the pills, blame your mother. Blame your… Continue reading The Dark, Dour Beast of Depression