Tag: Depression

I Must See to Believe

Meaghan

Sticking to the promise I made myself earlier this month I have been doing my best to work ahead and get my posts together on my good days. This helps to alleviate the guilt of neglecting something that is important to me on the bad days when I just don't have what it takes to… Continue reading I Must See to Believe

Predicting the Future

Meaghan

Hello you beautiful human, I hope this finds you well today. Today is actually a travel day for me, I'm off to spend a long weekend with my favourite person on earth and do my best to just live in the moment. This leads me to consider a habit I have of going back and… Continue reading Predicting the Future

From the Vault – 15 Years Later

Meaghan

Hell and highwater, win and lose, pass and fail, high and low. And as I read my musings of years past its apparent that for all the change, it's still the same. The players have different faces, the game takes place on new ground, but it's still the same. I muse now that I finally… Continue reading From the Vault – 15 Years Later

What goes up must come down

Meaghan

For an entire week I was on top of the world.  Felt like the best week I can remember this past year.  Great energy, healthy appetite, a to-do list as long as my arm that I was checking off as fast as I could.  Actually being engaged with life, with my friends and family.  Putting… Continue reading What goes up must come down

The Language of Depression

Meaghan

I did it again.  I woke up disappointed in myself, and my progress this morning.  Fortunately these days are becoming fewer and far between, but these days still exist and I’m sure you can relate.  You were having a good day, a better than average day, and you think because you’ve had the handle on… Continue reading The Language of Depression

Working with Professionals – Part 2: How are you feeling right now?

Meaghan

Part 2 in my series "Working with Professionals", a look into life in therapy. For the majority of my life I was self-managed in the mental health department. Deaths, failures, depression, divorce and trauma were in all in my wheelhouse. I had friends and family to vent to. Writing to explore and release my thoughts and emotions. When these failed I could self-medicate until I felt better or simply forgot the pain, if only temporary. Counselling and therapy were for the real serious shit, and my shit was never serious enough to need help.