Author Archives: K

testing the writing hypothesis

Well, I think I am going to be too busy or too embarrassed to write on here every day this week.  Which, of course, may be a good depression and writing experiment… Except it doesn’t control any other variables… Oh … Continue reading

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the more i write

The more I write, the less depressed I feel. What the fuck is that about?  Is all the bullshit about journaling true?  Did my commitment to doing this one small, selfish thing everyday make a difference? My concentration still sucks, … Continue reading

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silence

The baby didn’t have a mouth. There was silence when she was born.  The nurse aspirated the baby’s nose, murmuring to the stunned room, “It happens sometimes.”  She was breathing. In every other way, she was perfect.  Slightly plump around … Continue reading

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depression’s upside

NYT Magazine — Depression’s Upside Love a good pro-rumination article… “The alternative, of course, is that depression has a secret purpose and our medical interventions are making a bad situation even worse. Like a fever that helps the immune system … Continue reading

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mushrooms

Check this out:  “Magic Mushroom” Trips Point to New Depression Drug Awhile back, when I was looking at street drugs to help with depression — ketamine, marijuana, etc — R suggested psilocybin as something that would probably be more helpful … Continue reading

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oversharing

What is wrong with me!?  I told my shrink about this blog today…   R:  So, what have you been writing lately? K:  Oh, you know, I just started blogging about wanting to give you head.  Here, let me give … Continue reading

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40% on a good day

Aristophanes’ story:  Once upon a time there were human beings without a sex — male or female — like we know today.  They were great, round creatures with two faces and eight limbs; they were fast and clever.  When the … Continue reading

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suicide: part 2

So, why have I not killed myself: (1)  I don’t want to fuck up my kids, and sadly, they have become old enough that they would probably understand that they weren’t enough for me if I called it a day.  … Continue reading

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suicide: part 1

I think about suicide and death a lot.  Like, a lot a lot.  And I have for a very long time.  My list for killing myself goes something like this: I’m overwhelmingly sad and it never goes away I feel … Continue reading

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missing me

Sometimes I miss the me I was. It’s not that the old me was anything special, but she was something more than this.  She was funny… kind of smart, a snappy dresser.  She still had a little confidence.  Even while … Continue reading

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