First off, don’t panic. Everything is fine here. Well, unless something very bad has happened and I’m currently enjoying a sulphur and lava hot tub with Old Nick. Now, wouldn’t that be amusing for a smug-arsed atheist? 🙂
I bet the Devil has loads of synergistic management paradigms warmed up and ready.
You thought it was pitchforks? Ha, idiot mortal! That’s *so* 12th century. Welcome… to the Management Farm. Take a desk, you’ll be needing it.
Got your clipboards and iPads ready? Good…. Oh, the Wi-Fi may drop out on you and do write quickly, because the ink tends to evaporate. Don’t worry… there will be a test later.
Now, must dash! Catch you proles later!! I’ve outsourced the training to XPRG. If anyone wants me, I’ll be in the executive boardroom with the Sally the Succubus.
Moving on… 🙂
|Wise words, Mr Bloch|
Back when I was struggling under the dark cloud of depression, there were things I tried to make it go away. None of them, I should add, helped. I tried throwing myself into work and ignoring it (Nope!). I tried distraction techniques of watching films or gaming (‘Errk! Wrong answer, Hans!‘). I wondered if ‘going all the way‘ – from a trans perspective would help, but it didn’t. The latter just made me question everything and send me further into a tailspin….
So, negativity out of the way, what did help? Learning from friends (a wave to the Chams massive is due here) who’d Been There, Got the T-shirt and Survived certainly helped. I didn’t feel alone so much. Okay, I wasn’t cured, but I think it’s about little steps in the right direction.
What else? Exercise and company. The latter I’ve mentioned and the former just meant getting out into nature. Even if it was an hour’s walk to the sarnie stall at work. I wasn’t at my desk, I was out seeing the world.
Writing helped. Not about the depression, although I’d be a liar if I said it’s dark shadow hasn’t crossed these pages once or twice. Shit happens, as they say. 🙂 Writing short stories, or even writing blog posts let me explore ideas and tackle subjects I couldn’t talk about.
Although I found it tough, going to the doctors was the thing that helped me the most. Validation, if you will, that I wasn’t going nuts. That people do fall over (so to speak) and we don’t always bounce back. With time, and after some meds to level me out a little (man, did they help take the worst away), a rather impersonal therapy (CBT) course was the last part of the map I needed to get myself out of the Hell I’d made.
There wasn’t some ‘morning has broken‘ moment, in that I felt cured and the sun was shining. Instead, the slow dawn of Spring; where the dark episodes became less and less. I’d been warned that depression is a tricky beast and I may find the bad feelings would come back. They did, but this time, the CBT course I’d struggled to take in, the ideas and techniques were my counters.
Oh, why bother. You know it’ll fail….then you’ll be in trouble and the shouting will start…
You don’t know that. It’s all up in the air, right now. Let’s just play it by ear and let it all flow past, like so much flotsam on the tide. Relax and just enjoy the now. The weather’s good and you’ll be having breakfast when you’re back from taking the dogs….
If I had any advice to give, I would say this: get help if you’re suffering. It may feel like hell right now, but you can recover. It’s not forever and if you slip back, that’s cool. Be kind to yourself, as you’re doing all you can. Just keep edging out of the darkness as best you can. Stay engaged with those you love and who love you. Keep getting out and don’t listen to the dark cloak that wants you to lie like a corpse. I won’t lie and say this is easy, but living isn’t. It’s hard and it’s a battle, but you’ll win.