bastila
11-03-2004, 06:42 PM
I am having my second nervous break down. The depression is making the monsoon season here look positively pleasent. I quit my job and am trying to recover. I am struggling to just take care of the day to day. I made myself paint today. I miss my job. I taught middle school. The kids were great. I left because of the administration and the environment was hostile. I want to work but i do not have the energy, and i do not want to put up with mean people. I need someone to talk to. I need to talk till i talk myself out of the depression and into a solution. I Know it will take time to regroup after this break down. I just want it to go away and move on to the next stage of purpose. I think what adds to my depression is the lack of purpose. I don't even know what i want to do next. I have always had a goal or purpose to be striving for. I feel so defeated; i do not even think it would matter if i had a goal. It would not be abtainable. I feel like i am captured in a cast system with no recourse, no hope of improvement. I received recognition for one of my paintings, and i can not even appreciate the recognition. I does not seem real enough to me.
My depression is so much larger than my small life. It is exhausting me. I keep trying to remind myself even through the depression I am a creative and loveable person. I am capable of loving... but the depression is growing and i am engulfed again into that dark palace. I am coasting for a few months and then i must become serious concerning my recovery. I have been here before and will recovery again....
If i did not suffer so i would be a proud person with so little substance. i can laugh a little about that. It is ment to be funny and perhaps remind me that if I were not humbled I would be too proud and try to take over the world.
Hoping tomorrow will be better.
Bastila
My depression is so much larger than my small life. It is exhausting me. I keep trying to remind myself even through the depression I am a creative and loveable person. I am capable of loving... but the depression is growing and i am engulfed again into that dark palace. I am coasting for a few months and then i must become serious concerning my recovery. I have been here before and will recovery again....
If i did not suffer so i would be a proud person with so little substance. i can laugh a little about that. It is ment to be funny and perhaps remind me that if I were not humbled I would be too proud and try to take over the world.
Hoping tomorrow will be better.
Bastila

