Nothing ever goes as planned. We decide we are going to do something (like write a book) and we give ourselves a timeline to do so. Well fuck a duck here comes a monkey wrench. Life gets in the way like a deer crossing the road in front of your car. So how do you deal with that? Do you whine and cry that life isn't fair? Or do you roll up your shirt sleeves and get to work removing the obstacle? Personally, I'm an obstacle remover. I've had plenty of them dropped in front of me over the 50 years I've been on this planet.
I CHOOSE to deal with things in a constructive manner. Crying, wringing my hands and rending my clothing does nothing but make me ill. I refuse to sit in the dark and feel sorry for myself. Am I in pain? Fuck yes. Am I depressed? Fuck yes. Do I want things to be different? Fuck yes. So how do I make things different. I can't change them by sitting on my ass.
So I get up. And even though it's painful, and I'd like to quit, I keep moving. There is usually quite a bit of swearing involved with that movement. But I move. And I don't just mean from the living room to the kitchen. I mean I clean my house. I cook. I walk my grandson to school and pick him up too. I let the dogs out and in and out and back in 50 frigging times a day. Even with my right knee swollen to twice it's normal size, I move.
So on to depression. I am intimately acquainted with depression. A couple of half-hearted suicide attempts, a dozen different anti-depressants tried and therapy of many kinds later, I take one medication. I don't go to therapy. I get depressed. Sometimes I sit and wallow in it like a pig in a muddy sty. The rest of the time I back up and take a running start at it. And I beat it to death. And I go about my day like it was never interrupted. I find no solace in sitting in the dark and crying. Nor do I find any comfort in crying to my friends and family. And I find myself becoming impatient with those who do wallow or sit around and whine because they're depressed or in pain. Some are truly chemically imbalanced and are trying to help themselves get better and there are the ones I'm talking about who require sympathy for everything including good things. Because nothing ever makes them happy.
Things will never be different if you don't do something. Do something out of the ordinary. Drink a cup of tea instead of coffee. It's a small thing but what a big difference! Do one small thing differently per day. You'll be surprised at how much of a fucking difference it makes.
As Nike says "Just Do It."
I CHOOSE to deal with things in a constructive manner. Crying, wringing my hands and rending my clothing does nothing but make me ill. I refuse to sit in the dark and feel sorry for myself. Am I in pain? Fuck yes. Am I depressed? Fuck yes. Do I want things to be different? Fuck yes. So how do I make things different. I can't change them by sitting on my ass.
So I get up. And even though it's painful, and I'd like to quit, I keep moving. There is usually quite a bit of swearing involved with that movement. But I move. And I don't just mean from the living room to the kitchen. I mean I clean my house. I cook. I walk my grandson to school and pick him up too. I let the dogs out and in and out and back in 50 frigging times a day. Even with my right knee swollen to twice it's normal size, I move.
So on to depression. I am intimately acquainted with depression. A couple of half-hearted suicide attempts, a dozen different anti-depressants tried and therapy of many kinds later, I take one medication. I don't go to therapy. I get depressed. Sometimes I sit and wallow in it like a pig in a muddy sty. The rest of the time I back up and take a running start at it. And I beat it to death. And I go about my day like it was never interrupted. I find no solace in sitting in the dark and crying. Nor do I find any comfort in crying to my friends and family. And I find myself becoming impatient with those who do wallow or sit around and whine because they're depressed or in pain. Some are truly chemically imbalanced and are trying to help themselves get better and there are the ones I'm talking about who require sympathy for everything including good things. Because nothing ever makes them happy.
Things will never be different if you don't do something. Do something out of the ordinary. Drink a cup of tea instead of coffee. It's a small thing but what a big difference! Do one small thing differently per day. You'll be surprised at how much of a fucking difference it makes.
As Nike says "Just Do It."
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