i’m a little confused? do you have some type of problem other than depression? and i haven’t seen you lately? time zones perhaps? i wrote 9 episodes of SP and the time machine and your included in them 🙂 please check them out.
I haven’t been seeing you around either, rocketman. What timezone are you in? I’m in Eastern Standard.
I’ll read the other chapters. Sorry for slacking.
As for your question, I have pretty unfortunate genes and have always been in less than perfect health, but the only thing that’s ever made me want to kill myself is my depression. Depression is what I’m talking about in this post.
Y’all like Kit-Kat bars? Thinking of calling you that since it goes well with your name.
Happy new year to you.
My take on this conundrum of yours: I’ve accepted after five years of being very depressed that “periodic maintenance” is the best it’s going to get for me. Much like my personal physical ailment, I’m going to be stuck with depression for life and I will need to routinely take the time to “treat” especially. A cure IMO is unfathomable for it. Maybe in the future the eggheads will come up with something, but for now I know it rests entirely with me to stick to the “treatment” I’ve prescribed for myself.
I love Kit-Kats. They’re one of my favorites. I even asked for a bag of them for Christmas.
Thanks for your 2 cents. I appreciate it, a lot. You’re much wiser than me.
Me, I’ve always been a brat. Lazy as my dad, probably lazier. Whenever I come upon a mountain, I exhaust every possible method of going around it before I even begin to entertain the notion of a hike. Sometimes, I park my butt on the ground and refuse to climb all together.
I’m so genuinely happy that there are people out there like you that can at least occasionally “treat” themselves and maintain their depression. That’s amazing, in all seriousness. But I’m not built for that; I’m weak and spoiled.
In that case: I dub thee “Miss Kit-Kat”. I have none to give you since my cousin took my last block. My apologies.
If by “wise” you mean “why’s he still alive?” then yes, I’m very “wise”.
I used to climb mountains, both real and hypothetical, but these days I have to resort to the latter. My theory with those ones in particular is to climb it in stages and take my time reaching the summit; at which point I see there’s actually a gondola service once the fog clears and I curse the day I was born. (There’s a lesson in that passage somewhere.)
I guess I’m weak too, but not one to be spoilt nor spoiled. I wish I could die. Truly. But… unfinished business and such.
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whiskered-fish,
i’m a little confused? do you have some type of problem other than depression? and i haven’t seen you lately? time zones perhaps? i wrote 9 episodes of SP and the time machine and your included in them 🙂 please check them out.
I haven’t been seeing you around either, rocketman. What timezone are you in? I’m in Eastern Standard.
I’ll read the other chapters. Sorry for slacking.
As for your question, I have pretty unfortunate genes and have always been in less than perfect health, but the only thing that’s ever made me want to kill myself is my depression. Depression is what I’m talking about in this post.
Y’all like Kit-Kat bars? Thinking of calling you that since it goes well with your name.
Happy new year to you.
My take on this conundrum of yours: I’ve accepted after five years of being very depressed that “periodic maintenance” is the best it’s going to get for me. Much like my personal physical ailment, I’m going to be stuck with depression for life and I will need to routinely take the time to “treat” especially. A cure IMO is unfathomable for it. Maybe in the future the eggheads will come up with something, but for now I know it rests entirely with me to stick to the “treatment” I’ve prescribed for myself.
Just my 2¢, Miss.
I love Kit-Kats. They’re one of my favorites. I even asked for a bag of them for Christmas.
Thanks for your 2 cents. I appreciate it, a lot. You’re much wiser than me.
Me, I’ve always been a brat. Lazy as my dad, probably lazier. Whenever I come upon a mountain, I exhaust every possible method of going around it before I even begin to entertain the notion of a hike. Sometimes, I park my butt on the ground and refuse to climb all together.
I’m so genuinely happy that there are people out there like you that can at least occasionally “treat” themselves and maintain their depression. That’s amazing, in all seriousness. But I’m not built for that; I’m weak and spoiled.
I’d rather just die.
In that case: I dub thee “Miss Kit-Kat”. I have none to give you since my cousin took my last block. My apologies.
If by “wise” you mean “why’s he still alive?” then yes, I’m very “wise”.
I used to climb mountains, both real and hypothetical, but these days I have to resort to the latter. My theory with those ones in particular is to climb it in stages and take my time reaching the summit; at which point I see there’s actually a gondola service once the fog clears and I curse the day I was born. (There’s a lesson in that passage somewhere.)
I guess I’m weak too, but not one to be spoilt nor spoiled. I wish I could die. Truly. But… unfinished business and such.