After dealing with depression, loneliness and insecurity for the past year - isn't it all just a scream? One coherent medium of one word - adaptation. Adaptation saved my life. A brief timeline:
2006 - November/December
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Depression, loneliness - the absolute nearest to suicide I've ever been. It was right there and so accessible. Sleeping and eating became foreign gerand phrases. I was depressed because I hated my lack of progression. I was lonely because I had no friends. None as in I would go days without talking to another. The worst part about this period was the damning, demanding need to form an answer to my many questions. And as with depression and interpersonal symptoms - only an answer from within would satiate my emotional larva that bred lung-eating pain inside, which seemed entirely untreatable. It was so complex as it went unacknowledged for so long.
2007 - December/January
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I moved back to my hometown. Family, friends. Then coincidentally, the loneliness and depression all but evaporated. The sleeping and eating became friends again. I found new friends and interests. Attained my own personal goals to progress with life and my job didn't suck.
2007 - January - Now
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I have my seasonal depression now and then. But it goes treated once I answer it with adaptation. Change. Contextual alteration.
Is adaptation essential to healing depression? Is "depression" really just one long scream in the mind saying "CH-AAAANGE!!!"? I believe so.
2006 - November/December
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Depression, loneliness - the absolute nearest to suicide I've ever been. It was right there and so accessible. Sleeping and eating became foreign gerand phrases. I was depressed because I hated my lack of progression. I was lonely because I had no friends. None as in I would go days without talking to another. The worst part about this period was the damning, demanding need to form an answer to my many questions. And as with depression and interpersonal symptoms - only an answer from within would satiate my emotional larva that bred lung-eating pain inside, which seemed entirely untreatable. It was so complex as it went unacknowledged for so long.
2007 - December/January
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I moved back to my hometown. Family, friends. Then coincidentally, the loneliness and depression all but evaporated. The sleeping and eating became friends again. I found new friends and interests. Attained my own personal goals to progress with life and my job didn't suck.
2007 - January - Now
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I have my seasonal depression now and then. But it goes treated once I answer it with adaptation. Change. Contextual alteration.
Is adaptation essential to healing depression? Is "depression" really just one long scream in the mind saying "CH-AAAANGE!!!"? I believe so.
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