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YB

YB, how are you? I haven't chatted with you for ages? It's great to see a post from you.

Struggling out of anxiety and depression. I'm sure it's not as bad as it feels but it is uncomfortable.I've really been taking life seriously lately. A bit of contact with my old friends on h2g2 seems to be helping. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if the winter weather turned out to be the main culprit here. I guess I don't get to feel dandy all of the time. Too bad though, I have nothing else to complain about except my mood. I've been making mental gratitude lists over and over until the exercise has just gone flat. Playing with poems seems to be getting me somewhere though.

Great to hear from you as well. Sorry about the gripe session. I suspect that you have big (metaphorical) shoulders and can tolerate a little self pity from me if I don't make a habit of it.

I seem to gravitate to the meditation garden during down times.

It feels peaceful and kind here.

Ta ta for now

YB

Hello you two! *waves*

Sitting in a quiet room staring at a screen
The silence outside filters in
Recalling friendships long neglecting
How many months could it have been?

All is calm now, no sense of pain
Nor fear or envy, chill or dread
Elation,and joy are also gone
I'm left a nearly empty head

A poem sneaks out as I type
Line by stubborn little line
No fanfare for it, neither hype
Seen or not, this verse of mine

Yet still I write, for unknown goal
In this venue serene and pure
It seems a pouring of my soul
Driven by a force obscure

Needing somehow to connect
With someone, somewhere, or something
For what purpose? I suspect
A remedy for conscience numbing

I love the poem.

I heard Stephen Fry say a great thing about depression. He said. . .
"To me mood is the equivalent of weather. Weather is real. That’s the important thing to remember about weather. It is absolutely real. When it rains it rains. It is wet. You get wet. There is no question about it. It’s also true about weather that you can’t control it. You can’t say if I wish hard enough it won’t rain and it’s equally true that if the weather is bad one day it will get better and what I had to learn was to treat my moods like the weather."

The thing I got most out of that is that the weather always clears up. When you're in the depths of depression, it seems like it will never end, but it ALWAYS clears up. The sun does come out eventually. I always hold on to that thought.

Thanks for the lovely poem.

I really like that poem, YB, thank you. I hope you feel better.

Thanks.