This idea came off of something overheard – a therapist who only condones ANTI-inspirational sayings, such as ‘BE your authentic, pissed-off self!’ Silly, I know, but right in my wheelhouse.
This is as good a description of depression that I have yet heard.
I listen to a podcast called Mental Illness Happy Hour (#mentalpod), and have done so for almost 8 years or so. Since a brain injury, and even before, I have had an abiding interest in the brain. The podcast, hosted by Paul Gilmartin (TV host and standup comedian), has guests who discuss their mental illnesses candidly and without restraint. The podcast goes to some very dark places indeed, so that if that is not your bag, I’d give it a pass.
I have some loved ones who suffer depression, and the podcast has given me an unparalleled insight into what that is like for the sufferer. Occasionally, professionals are interviewed discussing many topics related to mental illness and its many manifestations.
This made me giggle when I thought of it. Perhaps you may, too!
My grandstand is full of audience plants. Hey, it’s the perception that counts!
My cartoons are like potato chips, eat one you have to eat them all. For more chips, I mean ‘toons, follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM!
I’ve had to cut back on the ol’ plonk, not because of its health retarding qualities, but because I begin to think like a toff and walk around with my lips pursed.
Glutton for punishment? Follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM. I promise you’ll be disappointed, but no more so than most things these days!
A play on the oft-repeated phrase. That is ONE way to cope. Hello, duvet, my old friend.
Forgetting to take out the garbage out. Is there anything more anxiety-producing? It means you have to sneak out your garbage all that week and place it in your neighbours in the dead of night.
Clearly an exaggerated version of yours truly. I have a lot of fun writing this character which, I am sure, is costing me followers and those richly delicious likes.
A bit of silliness. You didn’t come here to be educated, after all. Some cultures value a blank expression, as it keeps your secret feelings intact (the Japanese side, me). On the other hand, there is my all-too expressive English side, where there is no subterfuge. Mum goes through hundreds of facial expressions in a minute – it is close to aerobic exercise.