10 Feb 2009 :: Disfunction Junction
Recently, I've been struggling with depression* and so I talked to a counselor and after a long discussion about where my life was going and whether there was any purpose in continuing it, he pointed out that he was already five minutes late to lunch and gave me this chart:
As you might imagine, it has changed my life completely. As you might imagine, seeing this had helped me to realize just how pathetic most aspects of my life are becoming and how I could have handled not making the jr. varsity bowling team a bit better, rather than lining the coach's undies with scabies.
I've fought against the profound loneliness that pounds against my consciousness like a pregnant woman down the stairs and I've sought to try to avoid self destructive behaviors like regularly updating this blog like people care.
In the rare moments of clarity, I can manage to overlook the hair that grows from the mole on my right arm, or the plethora of moles that for some reason decided to populate my face, and reintegrate my feeling of loss into something positive, which creates change, which produces feelings of shock and numbness, starting the cycle all over again.
The point is that everyone is going to struggle and doubt themselves, sometimes for really stupid reasons. I do this all the time when I can't get a consistent draw to pick up 9-10 splits, so believe me when I say I understand. I understand.**
The chart has helped me so much, so much that the counselor doesn't bother answering my calls. I'm calling it a TKO.
*Not really, but I needed a premise for the chart.
** I just don't care.
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