Quicksand: Our Minds’ Attempt to Reason Its Way Through Mental Illness
As with most of what I write, this topic has been on my mind for a while, mostly while I chuckle at myself for continuing to attempt to use intellect or reasoning to deal with anxiety and depression. A fool’s errand if ever there was one.
Old Athletes Never Die They Simply Fade Away: Actually, Not So Much
For most of my life, or at least the first four and a half decades of my life, I was a consistent runner. I use the term loosely, partly because I am aware what true “runners” do with 5ks, 10ks, half-marathons, and marathons, and partly because of one of the idiot adults that was around for my upbringing who would give me crap because he insisted what I did was “jogging” not running because of my pace, or what he perceived as a lack thereof.
Suffering in Silence: The Battle from Within
This title makes me chuckle to myself a bit because the reality is that silence is something those of us struggling with depression and anxiety, especially when in its depths, try hard to avoid. Sometimes it is not an entirely conscious choice, but more force of habit. The reality is, if there is music, television, or even just the collection of background noises from a coffee shop it is harder for the intrusive, destructive thoughts to get in.