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Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable
CarrionMan:
No. No thread.
My depression has been going rampant this last week, up and down, up and down. Yet I have never gone to a professional. Maybe I should, maybe I shan't.
Cernunnos:
Blog thread,
I am very very stressed out. this school has put me on the brink of losing it off and on all semester. I am just so tired. If it wasn't for thanksgiving coming up I don't think I would make it. Mentally, I mean. grade-wise I am doing just fine and everybody seems to think i am doing cool things even. I just have no space for mental rest, and if i do, i feel like i have forgotten to do something really important. It just hangs over my mind all the time. I cannot wait for Christmas break.
tania:
deep down i have a feeling what i have is some kind of major depression but i haven't seen a professional either on account i am terrified of medication and/or an official diagnosis, so mostly i just deny it and tell myself to try harder. i was in therapy for a couple of years when i was a lot younger due to being crazy and self-destructive and kind of suicidal and the thing with that whole ordeal being terrible might have something to do with my avoidance of professional help as well. the irony is that i currently volunteer as a counselor to other students! so they come in all distressed and i listen to their problems and tell them how to manage their depression and anxiety and give them advice on how to keep their lives together. it is so absurd that sometimes i really can't do anything except laugh. i am probably the worst candidate ever for this.
Elizzybeth:
--- Quote from: Ptommydski on 23 Nov 2008, 17:49 ---Wait, this is actually a chance for me to use my degree for once, isn't it? Okay, let's run this one up the flagpole and see if anyone salutes it.
(a lot of really interesting stuff)
--- End quote ---
I'm saluting. My parents took a lot of home video when I was between the ages of two and five, and I thus have consistent clear "memories" of special occasions within those years--including times I wasn't present and of things I was doubtless too young to remember. When my mom went back to full-time work, my parents stopped renting video cameras, so the next several years are sort of an impressionistic blur (until I started keeping a journal and then a blog up through the end of puberty--my identity thus still being maintained through media both old and new).
It's bothered me frequently that, if I am nothing more than the sum of my memories and experiences, and a fair number of those memories are implanted by media (and yet others are altered or enhanced by it), I cannot put any faith in my individual selfhood. Oh well.
BrittanyMarie:
I don't take pictures either, though a lot of my friends are the "OMG PICTURES!!!" people.
It's like... I could have a picture of me looking all raggedy and gross, or could just straight up say I spent my Saturday night puking at a terrible bar with worse sound where some bands I knew (one unintentionally trying to be the Cars, the other intentionally trying to be Chuck Ragan) were playing and some guy died outside.
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