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 …
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?
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!)
UPDATE: 06/06/2013: US Magazine reports that Paris’ uncles Marlo, Jackie, and Tito Jackson have confirmed with TMZ that Paris is now “safe” and “doing fine.”
Paris Jackson was rushed to a hospital early Wednesday morning after what some sources have confirmed was a suicide attempt.
Paris, the 15-year-old daughter of the late Michael Jackson, has reportedly been dealing with severe depression, possibly stemming from her father’s death in 2009.
I follow a lot of Harry Potter-related social media accounts and websites because, well, I’m obsessed.
I have multiple versions of the books and copies of the school books in the series; I’ve dressed up for movie premiers; and I have quality lightening bolt jewelry.
Mariel Hemingway is sharing her life-long struggles with mental illness, drug addiction, and family suicide (seven relatives — including one of the most influential writers in American history, her grandfather Ernest Hemingway — have committed suicide) in her new documentary, Running from Crazy.
The 51-year-old model and actress teamed up with Academy Award-winning filmmaker Barbara Kopple (Harlan County, USA; American Dream) to create a film that “places an emphasis on suicide awareness and the importance of mental health evaluations” and one that, the two hope, “offers hope for people living with mental illness by showing that they are not alone in their struggles.”
Happy Friday, readers!
If you’ve visited Celebrity Psychings any in the past few days, you’ve seen that Dr. Eric Finzi’s guest post has ran at the top of the blog since Monday.
Finzi, a board-certified dermasurgeon, proposes that in addition to its physical benefits, Botox might also provide mental benefits; specifically, Botox could act as a treatment for depression.
Change your facial expressions, change your mood?
Wild, I know.
He explains it all in his new book, The Face of Emotion: How Botox Affects Our Moods and Relationships, but gives Celebrity Psychings readers a quick summary with his guest post.
So, if you haven’t had a chance to check it out Face of Emotion: Dr. Eric Finzi On How Botox Affects Moods, Feelings, head on over there — but NOT until you’ve…