step one: slit my throat

[widget_alley]

A long time ago, before winter break and about halfway through the fall semester, I started feeling worried and anxious for no reason at all. It was like something nagging at me constantly; like a homework assignment I'd forgotten but knew in the back of my head was due next week. The semester ended, break crawled by in an orgy of retail work

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[notalwaysweak]

Do you or any of your friends have tarot cards? The first thing I'd do in your place is do a reading for myself and see if that shed any light on the situation.

I sincerely hope that whatever it is, if there is a something and you're not just boding for no reason, is not a bad thing.

[wijsgeer]

for me, the constant feeling that I have forgotten something to that needed doing is part of the signala that might point towards a coming depression. It starts with the niggling feeling and after a while I start to get scared when my phone rings (it might be the person I made my promise to) and later I am scared of mobile phones ringing on the street and in the tram, that someone will tap my shoulder and say 'hey aren't you Rowena, I've got a call for you'. When it got this far it is too far.

I have no idea if your brain works in anyway like mine, but that is all I can think of. Hope it is something rather more innocent or otherwise that you can divert it.

[widget_alley]

Hmm. That's definitely a possibility, I suppose, although usually my downswings in mood come after periods of intense restlessness and dissatisfaction, rather than anxiety. Part of the problem is that it's not just me-- other people are having this feeling too, entirely independently as far as I can tell, and people who are sensitive to such things are picking up bad juju, so it seems almost to be something outside of me (or I could be broadcasting it! You never know.)

[anonymous]

The world does not know that we must all come to an end here;--but those who know it, their quarrels cease at once.

As rain does not break through a well-thatched house, passion will not break through a well-reflecting mind.

'All created things perish,' he who knows and sees this becomes passive in pain; this is the way to purity.

'All created things are grief and pain,' he who knows and sees this becomes passive in pain; this is the way that leads to purity.

'All forms are unreal,' he who knows and sees this becomes passive in pain; this is the way that leads to purity.

[widget_alley]

"Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists."

[hlaron]

Nearly deaf and blind as I you know am in this area, I can't offer any advice, but I do hope that you and everyone around you is, and remains safe and all right.

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[anonymous]

I discuss Yeats' poem at:
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