Chris

rydra_wong has an awesomemazing post up here, about exercise and depression, only not the usual "if you would just exercise, you wouldn't be depressed!" nonsense.  It, plus the comments, is an amazing read.

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torrilin says here (public post):

(and on the con side, sometimes cognitive therapy REALLY doesn't work... I'm prone to both "classic" major depression, where it works like gangbusters, and Seasonal Affective Disorder, where about all it does is give me analytical tools to no real purpose. and I have ADD, which tends to lead to bouts of major depression from an entirely rational grief and mourning response every time you find a new place where your brain wiring is messed up. so for me, an antidepressant is only likely to work around 1/3 of the time, at best, and it's kind of really important to figure out exactly which depression variant is trying to screw me this time. I need radically different treatment depending on what is the actual underlying cause.)

I love that I have a tag solely for "someone else has things exactly like mine".

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.

- Heavy and oppressive clouds saps my energy a whole freakin' lot.  I had a really terrible before-night day today, in terms of my mood.

- Ocean's 13 was a fun movie.  I'm told that I'm glad I didn't see Ocean's 12.

- We went to the mall via Sears, to bide our time until the movie started.  In front of us was a couple.  On our way through the Sears, the girl saw that a shoe had fallen off the rack, and not only put it back on the display stand, she put the other shoe back (it had fallen to the side).  My faith in humanity is restored in weird ways.

- I am a freak for containers.  Relatedly, when the moviefolk offer a large drink, they aren't fucking lying.

- It's weird as hell to accept both of these things:
  - I don't have discrete bouts of depression - I am a depressive.  (Reading a post in johnpalmer's blog helped with this.)
  - It does not, pardon my French, invalidate my depression to have good days.

- Also, I am a worrywart.  (I am not, however, a whorlywort.)  Also also, accepting a new label is always weird.

- I love B, and I never say that enough.

- In conclusion, we got to see a midnight naked bikers brigade.  I don't know the name off-hand, but so what?


I love it here, did I mention?