Flippant title is not meant to be insulting. I was just amused by the rhyme and how it fit in with my current mental situation.
Thanks,
-The Mgmt
I read a really interesting article yesterday. It had to do with how people who are struggling with mental illness(es) often lead dual lives. A photographer, who also suffers from depression, is doing a beautiful series called “Dualities” that seeks to show the inner and outer faces of what living without endless spoons is truly like.
I thought about this article for a long time. I don’t know that I would classify myself as having a mental illness, per se. I am easily overwhelmed and I suffer a form of social anxiety with large crowds or unknowns. I get hysterically furious if I am startled and it takes a good bit to calm down from hearing people bark at me in anger. But never have I been given The Diagnosis(tm, pat pending) from doctors or therapii1.
I wondered what my portraits would like, if she did them. I think that they would look something like this.
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I’ll get back to working on it. Strangely enough, the enforced rest has done wonders for the stress. I’m still a little freaked, but everything doesn’t seem so fucking LOOMING as it has been.
My mental place is what it is, and I am working on it as I can.
1 – “Therapii” is the plural form, of course.
The Process 
I can relate to all of this. I’m doing pretty well right now, at least once one takes work out of the picture, but there were many times over the last year that I had the same issues. I hope things perk up for you soon and that you find a core of joy to hold onto.
I have a core of joy to hold onto. It’s why I am still here.
Perhaps we should use such things like they’re dilythium crystals to power an engine that warps us into a joyful place where we get to game and play all day long.
And eat cookies. Chocolate chip. With extra chocolate chips. And they’re always hot from the oven.