Bees in my Head

Depression sucks. It sucks because you are aware of it as it's going on and seemingly helpless towards it; because you feel like you are letting those around you down; because no one takes you serious about being depressed, etc. Either you can relate or you can't, but take my word for it, IT SUCKS.

I was let go at work 6 weeks or so ago and until very recently (i.e most of yesterday and today, so far) have been in an extremely down/manic state. I have been awful to be around and it only makes it worse to be sitting in the passenger seat in the vehicle of my own emotions. The bugger of the whole depression thing is that generally the only way to get out of it is to just get over it. Sounds crazy, I know, but that's just part of the fun, right? It's like asking a rich person how to swim Scrooge McDuck style in money and them saying "If you're tired of being poor, make more money."

When we're broke, depressed or whatever is bringing us down it's very easy to get hung up on the how part of fixing it, but on a scale of one to ten on the priority of fixing things it scores just above whether or not anyone notices you wearing the same pair of jeans three days in a row. Just start changing things and the stagnation of depression is quickly alleviated.

This is my place for change, for discussion, for everything BUT suppression of the bees in my head. That incessant buzzing of ideas, thoughts, and emotions that hang out up there.

Feel free to hang around.