Archive for the 'depression' Category

Nervous Breakdown

Posted by Brendan on March 24th, 2008 filed in depression

I drove Sam home yesterday (photos later) and the impact hit me today. I’m at work right now, and I can’t think can’t talk can’t get anything done. I look at blogs trying to get my mind into something, anything, and it just ain’t happening. I started a piece with photos but [...]

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Saw This Coming a Mile Away

Posted by Brendan on March 17th, 2008 filed in depression

The GOP notion that private charities can take the place of government in addressing social problems is about to be revealed for the myth it’s always been.
With layoffs, buyouts and cutbacks rippling through financial markets, charities that rely on donations from high-paid professionals are bracing for a slump.
Thirty percent of charitable giving comes from the [...]

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Midlife Suicides

Posted by Brendan on February 19th, 2008 filed in depression, suicide

The Times and Researchers wonder why there’s been a spike in midlife suicides.
I don’t see what’s so hard to understand: the prospect of endless war, the specter of sudden unemployment and stingy/nonexistent unemployment benefits, fewer chances for retirement, life in a totalitarian police state, getting old without any kind of adequate healthcare, and the ongoing [...]

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Depressed

Posted by Brendan on February 13th, 2008 filed in depression, meta

I’m not playign with any really good bands right now, and I really want to start rocking soon.
So it’s got me down: it seems I spend more evenings than not in front of the TV or the Internet or whatever.
It’s bad enough that my ex fucked up my life and consigned me to a life [...]

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Day Three

Posted by Brendan on November 28th, 2007 filed in depression, personal well-being

Sam’s been gone for three days now.
Sunday was a bear, as I wrote.
Monday was pretty freakin’ awful. I didn’t go to my therapy session, wasn’t sure if one was scheduled actually, but I really didn’t see the need for it. After all, therapy is supposed to be helping me deal with unresolved issues, [...]

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Hell Is Christian Radio

Posted by Brendan on November 26th, 2007 filed in BAH, depression, family, media, religion

I haven’t been blogging much this week because Sam is visiting for next week, but I have a few minutes and I’d figured I’d squeeze in a post.
Because I leave so early in the day, the ride to Syracuse is usually free of heavy traffic, giving me all day to zone out and listen to [...]

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Sore Spot

Posted by Brendan on October 21st, 2007 filed in depression, general complaining, parenting

My friend Jeremy called me the other night to make sure I was coming to see his band The Dixie BeeLiners next week: given that I’d put in a good word for Jeremy with the Beeliner’s bandleader Buddy Woodward, I was delighted to see them. When Buddy and co moved south last year, I [...]

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Interactions

Posted by Brendan on June 14th, 2007 filed in depression, meta, parenting, personal well-being

I wrote quite a bit last week about my emotional preparations with regard to Sam’s arrivals and departures from my life.
One of the first ways I prepare for Sam’s visit and arrival is to find out who will be driving Melissa. If it’s her boyfriend, it’s always easier: I don’t have any baggage [...]

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meh

Posted by Brendan on March 30th, 2007 filed in BAH, depression

I haven’t been too busy as a blogger lately: there are a lot of reasons for that. It’s the busy time at work, and I’m trying to pump out the grants. This week, I’ve been more busy listening to the hearings in the Senate Judiciary Committee and the GSA hearings in the house [...]

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Different This Time

Posted by Brendan on March 13th, 2007 filed in depression, parenting

I’ve been whacked since Sam went home Sunday. I’m so whacked, I barely remember writing “Home Again, Home Again,” yesterday. My energy is incredibly low, and this weird chill feeling comes across me in waves. When it does, I kind of hunch up my shoulders and hug myself. It feels really weird: my [...]

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