Reflections on the day

I've decided I'm the most optimistic person I know -- this from someone who has been diagnosed with major depression.

Every day I wake up with the hope that today will be better. You'd think I'd have learned by now that it won't be. Still, I hope.

Now that's optimism!!

My Bottom Line

I am firmly committed to the belief that I am not mentally ill. I have a chemical imbalance in my brain. I also have a chemical imbalance in my stomach. Nobody criticizes me for taking ant-acids to relieve the distress in my stomach. While we're on that topic, I wear glasses (a crutch?) and orthopedic shoes. For my brain, I take four different medications and, frankly, they're a lot less effective than the glasses or the shoes, but at least I can get through the day with both my psyche and the soles of my feet in fairly good shape. My stomach, well that's another matter.Life is too short to eat bland food!

Just anther panicy Saturday

The ultimate oxy-moron: Mad Pride Day. I can't imaging setting aside one day to recognize the trials of on-going mental illness. If anything, every day is Mad Pride Day. Like the alcoholic who gets up in the morning and says "Today is the day I will not drink", I get up and say, "This is the day I will not give in, nor will I give up!" I totally understand depression and suicidal tendencies and, frankly, I have too much to live for to let it get to me. Life may suck, but the alternative sucks even more...