Katharsis i
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Katharsis i
After a spectacular fall from Grace, I feel the need to re-assert a few thoughts to myself, and to anyone foolish enough to be interested.
And, just to be clear, although still fallen I have landed and seem to be alive and standing up.
An interesting metaphore though. By which, I mean “falling from Grace”.
Why interesting? Because while falling I had a fumble around for the ripcord and found a bottle instead. And then, while still falling, it seemed to me that the bottle was more useful than the parachute.
So, enough of the supporting feature and on to the main film.
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I am not depressed
Sometimes I feel as if I am and sometimes things get on top of me.
Sometimes I am trapped and don’t know where to go.
Sometimes I don’t have the energy to leave the house.
But, I am not depressed.
I have subjugated the active and engaged with the passive; that is why I seem depressed.
I need to re-engage with the active, re-engage with life.
Do that and I will not seem depressed.
Because, obviously, I am not depressed.
And, anyway, I’m not.
Neither am I anxious.
I might seem anxious (even to myself) because I have not known how to deal with the encroachment of boundaries. I still do not know how, but I take less interest in them. What I have learned is that by tightening and tightening boundaries you do not stop them being breached, and when they are breached the damage is worse.
Let go of boundaries.
Let go of pre-conceptions.
Let go of conditions.
Try again to engage, to look, to listen.
And, anyway.
The world and happiness do not depend on alcohol.
As if anybody bought alcohol up in the first pace; I was just talking about depression and anxiety (which, of course, I don’t have) when someone started talking about alcohol.
I am not an alcoholic,
I have drank too much, in the past, because I have seemed anxious and seemed depressed and alcohol seemed to stop it.
But, well, it’s just an illusion.
And anyway, like I pointedly said, I am not an alcoholic.
Alcohol, depression, anxiety.
I turn away from them because they have nothing to do with me.
Alcohol does not make depression and anxiety any better.
And, anyway, like I said, I’m not depressed.
Or anxious.
Or an alcoholic.
Obviously.
And, just to be clear, although still fallen I have landed and seem to be alive and standing up.
An interesting metaphore though. By which, I mean “falling from Grace”.
Why interesting? Because while falling I had a fumble around for the ripcord and found a bottle instead. And then, while still falling, it seemed to me that the bottle was more useful than the parachute.
So, enough of the supporting feature and on to the main film.
--------------------------------------------------------
I am not depressed
Sometimes I feel as if I am and sometimes things get on top of me.
Sometimes I am trapped and don’t know where to go.
Sometimes I don’t have the energy to leave the house.
But, I am not depressed.
I have subjugated the active and engaged with the passive; that is why I seem depressed.
I need to re-engage with the active, re-engage with life.
Do that and I will not seem depressed.
Because, obviously, I am not depressed.
And, anyway, I’m not.
Neither am I anxious.
I might seem anxious (even to myself) because I have not known how to deal with the encroachment of boundaries. I still do not know how, but I take less interest in them. What I have learned is that by tightening and tightening boundaries you do not stop them being breached, and when they are breached the damage is worse.
Let go of boundaries.
Let go of pre-conceptions.
Let go of conditions.
Try again to engage, to look, to listen.
And, anyway.
The world and happiness do not depend on alcohol.
As if anybody bought alcohol up in the first pace; I was just talking about depression and anxiety (which, of course, I don’t have) when someone started talking about alcohol.
I am not an alcoholic,
I have drank too much, in the past, because I have seemed anxious and seemed depressed and alcohol seemed to stop it.
But, well, it’s just an illusion.
And anyway, like I pointedly said, I am not an alcoholic.
Alcohol, depression, anxiety.
I turn away from them because they have nothing to do with me.
Alcohol does not make depression and anxiety any better.
And, anyway, like I said, I’m not depressed.
Or anxious.
Or an alcoholic.
Obviously.
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