Maybe a stiff drink would do the trick right now, though i doubt it. Maybe doubling or tripling my regular dosage of psycho pharmacological drugs would turn things around, probably not.
This post is probably going to ramble around and be incoherent to everyone except me. Just so you know what's coming...
So basically I have this powerful feeling that life is absolutely absurd. There is no meaning, there is no reason, there is no understanding. There is no real 'knowing'. According to Albert Camus there are only two responses to this conclusion; live on with hope, seeking some meaning, or ending your life.
I feel there are things left for me to do, contributions to make, art to create, stories to write, people to avoid, etc. Manic depression is a bitch, and it sort of derails most of these lovely dreams and plans.
Ah. dang. I can't make myself write anymore now...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Help From Johnny Walker Red
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haha shit i screwed that one up lol...mea culpa...i'll email u the links
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Johnny Walker.
i invite you to read my blog as well. we almost say the same thing,lol. want to drink,but doesnt help. want to smoke,but doesnt help. id take antidepressants, but after you have taken the wrong one, you never consider it again. if you dont mind, i may link to you from my site.
Hey Resonate,
Thanks for the visit and comment. If you want to link that would be cool. Could you post your blog URL? Your profile is set to private so I couldn't click through and find your site.
P.S. - It's always worth looking for meds that work...better living through chemistry! I found some amazing ones now and they make all the difference.
Cheers!
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