Notes From The Newly Diagnosed – Depressed & Anxious
I was diagnosed. I’m still the same person. Or am I? I have new words. And as I lose the ones that were longtime mine, I grasp them to cope.
I was diagnosed. I’m still the same person. Or am I? I have new words. And as I lose the ones that were longtime mine, I grasp them to cope.
I took a train journey after over 5 years. It simultaneously felt like a new experience & an old pleasant ache that showed up. Is this what dissociation is?
‘From Scratch’ on Netflix made me realise the world doesn’t know how & why death shows up. How can we answer why people turn out as they do?
Is your first thought of a stranger an uncharitable one? What do your judgements say about you?
I received a call from an old college friend. It went the way you’d expect such calls to go. A lot shrieking, plenty of laughs, some quiet introspection and a lot more “I am so happy to be talking to you.” I really am. This is more than nostalgia. We…
The inside of me feels like an empty room. Does the world know the body is just a cloth coat hung on air?
It’s a post-apocalyptic world inside my head. Watching ‘Deadpool’ was a nasty reminder. But so was sympathy from a stranger.
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
The day stretches on like chewing gum that’s lost its flavour a long time ago. Yet, you won’t spit it out.
We live in cold storage during the week, shutting away emotions, fears, aches and fevers till such a time that we can experience them ‘on our own time’.