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[postal_services]

It's been one of those periods in my life where I feel like I'm on a rollar coaster. I don't like Rollar coaster....not any more. *heehee* One minute I'm feeling happy, positive, in control and strong. Next day I can't be bothered to face it, I don't feel strong enough, like i don't have the capacity to deal with it all. I am noramally like this,

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[dogsolitude_v2]

Well, one thing that always struck me about situations like that is that few of the folks around us know much about fixing people's 'minds', in the same way that few people know much about first aid.

This is probably why no-one appears to be listening much. Plus most people have day-jobs and their own affairs to think about: for counsellors and other therapists that sort of thing is their day job.

I used to find myself getting really angry with people around me for not being able to help much, but then the contents of the above two paragraphs occurred to be and I realised I was being a bit unfair. I also then realised that I'd turned my depression into a sort of dramatic life-script, in which I was the central and leading role.

One of the things, therefore, which held me back from sorting myself out was worrying about what I'd do to get attention if I wasn't depressed and didn't have that 'starring role' on the stage of life!

I nearly resorted to poetry. Honestly. It was terrible...

[postal_services]

Again, i wasn't talking about people, ie) 'friends'. i was talking about professionals (doctors, shrinks etc etc) not listening when i was begging for more help. Till it gets to a worse state....and what they've offered eventually may be too little too late

[postal_services]

and it obviously wasn't a good enough description. :)

[postal_services]

Now i'm panicing that I've really pissed you off, I shouldn't have answered, and now you won't like me anymore.... for f*cks sake..