So lately, if people have asked me how I'm doing (outside of work), I've been telling them, "Everything's all fucked up, but everything's ok all at the same time. So I'm depressed but I'm doing alright, too
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities English novelist (1812 - 1870)
I've been dealing with depression and anxiety as well lately. It's been severe enough that I've had two trips to the hospital. I've just kept it quiet and haven't wrote about it in LJ. Yeah I could write it and make it a private entry, but there's no point. Than I snap back again to feeling fine like yesterday and today. I don't know what it is. Maybe something weird going on in the cosmos.
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Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
English novelist (1812 - 1870)
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It's like, "Damn, everything is so fucked up, but I'm so proud of myself for not paying too much attention to the idea of trying to kill myself!"
It's like that, right?
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