I have had a tumultuous year, and because of this I have let my own mental health slide quite a bit while I adjust to new surroundings. Since its World Mental Health Day, I have decided to sit up and take notice of what I have and haven’t been doing, and make some changes. Some big changes and some not so big ones. Mental Health is such an important topic, and I am always discussing it, and yet I am really guilty of neglecting my own. This changes today.
Here is a list of things that I am going to start doing immediately:
It is no longer acceptable for me to be depressed, when there isn’t really a whole lot of reason to be. And so I will commit myself to making these changes.
Like everything else, it is …
I got blindsided. And I should have seen this coming. But I missed all the warning signs. And there have been plenty. I am depressed.
I’ve been depressed before, but this time it snuck up on me. And bit me while I was sleeping.
At the beginning of this year, I moved to a new city. I left all of my friends behind, and a scene that wasn’t really working for me – and packed a couple of boxes and gave away everything else, and started over. I thought it would be exciting. A fresh start. Except I didn’t think about what it would be like to live in a city, where the only person I knew, would be the person I would be working for. And I have had the hardest time meeting people.
So now, it’s 10 months later. And other than the people I work with, I don’t have any friends here. I work way too much. Seriously between a full time job, a part time gig teaching lessons and making up stories, and writing the occasional blog post, I work about 72-80 hours a week.
This morning, I woke up late-ish (for me), reheated a cup of yesterday’s coffee, sat on the sofa and binge watched a whole lot of tv programs that wouldn’t normally interest me. And have been unable to eat anything except for tootsie rolls, which were being saved for Halloween.
It’s occurred to me that I could just be tired. Surely exhaustion would make someone feel like this. But I have no drive. No desire to get some fresh air. I have no one to call and go out for coffee with. And all of these thoughts make me feel worse. I work a lot, but for what? To go on a fabulous vacation? No. I work to pay off credit cards and other bills. I love teaching. Really Im crazy about it. But lately, it hasn’t been making a whole lot of sense to me. It’s losing the colour. Everything is turning into various shades of grey.
I am tired. Very very tired. The fact that I am able to go to work …
Today you will encounter a new voice on this blog (mine). I have to tell you, I am more than a little nervous about it. In fact, until I decided to get over myself, I was a bit paralyzed by fear. I am not new to blogging, having spent years blogging about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and the mental health problems that come along for a ride with a chronic illness. Now that you know the tiniest bit about my background, I shall tell you my name — it’s Laura. And so, you can call me Laura.
Megan Fox has it all. The 28 year-old actress and model is currently starring in the latest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles film. She’s probably best known for her roles in some of the internationally popular Transformer movies. She’s also regularly featured among breathless media lists of the most beautiful women in the world.
The “sultry, exotic” movie star must be deliriously happy all the time being rich and famous, the center of attention, right?
Television’s Saturday Night Live is comedy’s premier prestigious launching pad into stratospheric show business success. The legendary list of movie superstars the show has produced is too luminously long to list here. To be included in SNL’s clever cast is to have your comedic resume branded with the gold standard, a future surely set with inestimable fame and fortune.
Unless you’re Brooks Wheelan. The 27 year-old comedian announced via Twitterthat he’s been fired from the show after only one uneventful season.
What’s the next step for a relative newcomer whose show biz dreams have been unexpectedly, unceremoniously shattered?
Some of you will remember, actor Philip Seymour Hoffman died from a heroin overdose in February 2014.
I wrote about his death, expressing my sorrow (especially because he’d been doing so well, or seemed to be, last year), and it sparked an interesting conversation about how we react to celebrity drug overdoses compared to how we react to “Regular Joe” overdoses.
(By “we,” I mean the public — not the media.)
(EDITOR’S NOTE: The following is a guest post by Michael Corbin, hardcore Bears fan and mental health advocate. Corbin is the creator of everyminute.org, a grassroots campaign uniting advocates, mental health professionals and organizations into a single coalition creating a public forum advancing the need and benefit of increased mental health research.)
I grew up in a rural town south of Chicago, and I have been a Bears fan my entire life, and as we Bears fans know, there’s a certain dominant, smash-mouth style of play we expect on the field and in fashion.
This week wide receiver Brandon Marshall took a tough stance in a different fashion than most fans are used to:
He announced he would be wearing lime green cleats in his October 10th game against the New York Giants as a way to attract attention to Mental Health Awareness Week.
Let’s start this week out with a little humor!
As most of you know, I like a good concert. I especially like Dave Matthews Band shows.
Truthfully, these are the only shows I travel a significant distance to see (I think the second farthest was Ryan Bingham), so what I’m about to share with you is especially significant to that area of my life!
Last month, Alternative Press posted The 9 Phases of Post-Concert Depression, and I think anyone who’s been super excited and spent weeks or even months preparing for a big show can tell you, they’re all spot on!
Euphoria, reflection, reality–this is good stuff
So take a few minutes this Monday morning (or, whenever you’re reading this) and enjoy a laugh or two!
Then, let us know which concert caused YOU the most post-concert depression?
(Big thanks to Michael Corbin of everyminute.org for the head’s up on this funny stuff!)