Happiness. It's relative.
My mother didn’t make pancakes. She made pancake. She would ask if I wanted her to make pancakes, but then she would produce a single pancake, a pancake the exact dimension of our cast iron frying pan. It was a thick, serious piece of… Continue Reading “99 New: Sustenance”
The problem with writing when you’re anxious or a little depressed is that everything ends up being about death – your own death, your spouse’s, your kids’, your dogs’, the death of the great American city, Death Be Not Proud, you get the idea.… Continue Reading “Writing Bleak”
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Every time I drive this patch of road, which is almost everyday, I remember being told right at this exact spot, “You need to see a shrink.” I was the passenger in the car. The driver was my…
Disability depresses. It struck me today how deeply I sank into a chronic state of melancholia over the past few years. My ever-worsening hearing disability ate away at my optimism and tested my ability to right myself. I became an Emily Dickenson figure in blue jeans,… Continue Reading “Return”
The trick to being happy is knowing how to manage unhappiness. I see all the blog posts, the lists of the ten things happy people do everyday, the five things happy people do before they wake up, the seventy secrets to happiness. I don’t… Continue Reading “Inside Scoop”
A few days ago, some people had a suicide story. Now, everyone has one. If you never knew anyone who died by suicide, not a single friend or relative, someone at work, down the block, you knew Robin Williams. Everybody knew Robin Williams. We knew… Continue Reading “The Limits of Our Experience: Understanding Depression and Suicide”
I think the secret to happiness is keeping control of your grocery cart. This isn’t as easy as it sounds. You can be inspecting the bananas or deciding how much more broccoli you can really bear to eat and that cart can just amble… Continue Reading “#12/100: Where’s Your Cart?”