tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post221340620900166813..comments2016-11-22T18:30:04.384-08:00Comments on Nonsensical Essentials (and other such gibberish): The Silent, Dream-Stealing MonsterAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-31260031470675752982015-08-21T00:06:29.448-07:002015-08-21T00:06:29.448-07:00<3<3Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-77802790482455697592015-08-21T00:06:10.597-07:002015-08-21T00:06:10.597-07:00Thank you for your comment! <3 I have a dream o...Thank you for your comment! <3 I have a dream of someday being fully cured of this. I know it's a possibility because I've been told by others. All we can do is fight it every day and look to the future with hope. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-73314294239631219582015-08-20T12:30:54.637-07:002015-08-20T12:30:54.637-07:00I truly appreciated your narrative. I relate to i...I truly appreciated your narrative. I relate to it. Depression has been something I have lived with for many years. I sometimes get a vacation from it ( like fishing with some old buddies in a Utah lake) but it is always lurking. Ronnie Abelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16192555750200626964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-35089382869881553472015-05-29T11:21:34.445-07:002015-05-29T11:21:34.445-07:00Thank you for this gorgeous, honest post. I'm ...Thank you for this gorgeous, honest post. I'm so glad to see depression being recognized and talked about, and it's inspiring to hear how you're resurfacing from it. Best of luck to you, and many hugs.Caryn Caldwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15338655819410392107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-16324740458374187442015-05-13T14:41:45.738-07:002015-05-13T14:41:45.738-07:00Very well said, Thom.Very well said, Thom.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-9128286483822380762015-05-13T07:45:46.764-07:002015-05-13T07:45:46.764-07:00I think this sort of thing is more prevalent than ...I think this sort of thing is more prevalent than we think, partly because people get really good at hiding the signs out in public, and partly because everyone experiences it a little differently. It took me a long time to figure out I was getting migraines because the way the people I knew who got them described them didn't sound like what I experienced. But unlike depression, at least with migraines I get a very clear, unmistakable announcement that I'm about to experience one.<br /><br />It's not so obvious with depression. The monster is sneaky and tries not to rouse your defenses until it's got you surrounded. That last thing it wants to do is come in with flags and trumpets, announcing its presence to everyone. If it can be sneaky enough it can convince you the problem is you and there's no monster at all.<br /><br />As Patrick Rothfuss' Kvothe would say, there is power in knowing the true names of things. Now that you have publicly named the monster, I expect you will have greater power over it--if for no other reason than it being easier to recognize next time so it won't have time to get you surrounded before you start to fight back.<br /><br />But even as I write this I find myself arguing internally--is what I experience really depression? It doesn't sound quite like the same thing as others describe it. Perhaps I'm just being a big boob.<br /><br />The monster doesn't like us knowing its name.Thomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09747990389296523185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-30631386156404640412015-05-12T23:02:48.300-07:002015-05-12T23:02:48.300-07:00Thanks, Daddy! I love that you understand. You alw...Thanks, Daddy! I love that you understand. You always understand! I miss you. Come back soon.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-65773058469795849232015-05-12T22:52:22.934-07:002015-05-12T22:52:22.934-07:00Very beautifully written. Thank you for writing th...Very beautifully written. Thank you for writing this with such gentle sensitivity to those who are still caught in this nightmare. Back when I was about your age and you were too young to remember, I had this monster seek up on me. To me it was like I slugged the tar-baby and the more I wrestled with it the more entangled I got. And, all the while I was grappling the Dementor was sucking happiness out of me and I was sucking it out of everyone else...or so it seemed. It was at times like I clawing my way out of a slick rabbit hole, a little forward and a lot backwards.<br /><br />That was a long time ago and, like you, I made some choices about me, my life style and what I chose to believe. Then one day…or maybe one year, it went away and I drew a line in the sand and decided to never let it come back. Since then I have my bad days and so I learned that unwelcome visitor would probably try to drop in from time to time. I have also learned that I can manage him if I see him coming and I act quickly so I don’t touch him and he doesn’t touch me. Like you I have my personal strategy that has empowered me to stay safer.<br /><br />My take-away from this experience…I will never judge another person’s dark mood again, ever. I will never toss out mindless suggestions like, "just be happy and think positive", "be more righteous," "appreciate what you have more," or this doozy, "I know just how you feel." That experience was more painful and frightening to me than any other and anyone going though it has not only my committed support, but my love and concern. Love, DAD<br />Jack Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08032668168383415136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-57169839104865093022015-05-12T20:49:40.769-07:002015-05-12T20:49:40.769-07:00Thanks, Nikki! I do love writers. It just goes to ...Thanks, Nikki! I do love writers. It just goes to show how far I'd fallen that I was hating. If you manage to find that magic depression eraser, pass it this way. <3Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-10733898009609764552015-05-12T20:48:14.930-07:002015-05-12T20:48:14.930-07:00I love this!I love this!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387326618086304570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-27697250402862813652015-05-12T20:24:38.091-07:002015-05-12T20:24:38.091-07:00Dude, you are awesome. It's amazing how frant...Dude, you are awesome. It's amazing how frantic it can make you--not being able to find joy in the things you used to find joy in (because, really, what's left? and that sucks.) We writers are on your side--or at least I'M on your side. I wish I had magic erase-depression words. Hang in there. You wrote this post, so you're writing a little bit! I'm proud of you. :)Nikki Trionfohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08857040571222466022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129715834114685280.post-83137402496037486742015-05-12T19:01:08.699-07:002015-05-12T19:01:08.699-07:00I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
― ...I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.<br />― Edgar Allan PoePrinceofDarknesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13362712502211990018noreply@blogger.com