Thursday, October 21, 2010
- The Allegri Miserere pops up on my iPod as I come home out of the rain. I love hearing it sung in English: 'Behold, I was shapen in wickedness: and in sin hath my mother conceived me.'
- Becca's book, written and illustrated after watching an Attenborough doco on salmon migration. The book's called The Salmon Who Refused To Join The Run. The illustration of the protagonist, Robby, taking a stand against what he sees as suicide by bear, is especially fine.
- Had a realisation this morning (I get my best insights in the shower: if I'd had a waterproof laptop I'd have written my PhD in there): at heart, I'm an optimist. I believe in looking forward, doing your best, fighting back, keeping going, finding a way. So therefore, the depression and anxiety I've been fighting recently (and for this many a year) must be an afflication, not a character flaw.
2 Comments:
Depression and anxiety are, I think, tenacious bastards, not of the good kind either. Some years can feel like trying to plug holes in a sieve, to stop the draining of our euthymia, and yet other times things roll along well with only the slightest shift in external circumstances. Biochemistry as alchemy, perhaps?
By 
Megan Clayton, at
2:44 pm
I find the trouble is it's so endlessly and frustratingly recursive: you get depressed and anxious, then you get depressed and anxious about being depressed and anxious. Recently, I've found it useful to regard them as external forces. Especially since until recently the model I've used is a giant irreperable hole in my head.
By elderflowerpressee, at
2:50 pm