Saturday, June 23, 2012

A Little Depression Goes a Long Way.... DOWN

The four people who follow me here, feared I was dead.
At the same time, I feared I was alive.
As it turns out, my fear was justified.
When you battle Depression for 38 years, with few recesses in between,
lifting yourself out of bed makes an Olympic event comparable to playing Boggle.
Yes, there are freight cars of meds out there that in theory, will have you feeling like you want to climb Kilmanjaro twice a week. But I never found them despite trying every so-called panacea from Japan to Sweden to Russia and spending precious time with 18 mental health Hippocratic heroes.
The same is true for 70% of my fellow afflictees because the vast majority of those in pain are
non-responsive to these various magic elixirs. I've been told a person has more neuro-transmissions in a day than there are objects in the sky. What happens when they're one 10,000th of a second off course or fired too early or late? Beats my ass. EVERY FUCKING DAY.

For me, it comes down to this..........

THE TOUGHER THE DEPRESSION
THE LONGER THE FIGHT
THE HARSHER THE DEPRESSION
THE DARKER THE NIGHT

Keep punching, or if you're a Wolff....Keep Biting!