I should start by telling you my friend how depressed I am. Not just any old depression - clinical depression, my psychiatrist tells me. I have been hospitalised for depression in the recent past.
I guess you could say I have far too much time on my hands. I am trying to rectify this through starting some volunteer work with an ethical pet store in the city a friend of mine told me about. I have schizophrenia which runs on my mother's side of the family.
My troubles returned a couple of weeks ago when I couldn’t find my new place of employment for a casual gardening job. This set-off memories of sexual harassment during my high school days, the violence of many children’s lives, the future of young people in an era of rising world oil prices and upcoming world recession. I cried and for five nights straight couldn’t sleep my head so full of angry and sorrowful thoughts.
My doctor offered to write a referral for me to hospital, but said I might pull through. I’ve been with the same doctor now for years. I understand reactive depression is quicker to pass than the endogenous type.
My father is home from his work overseas, (he and mother are both Australian citizens). Without their help and my friends’ kind words I would have gone to hospital for sure.
But I have been doing some more housework lately, and with my father a cook by trade, I’ve been enjoying his pasta dishes, etc.
I’ve got a recipe for Cherry Ripe Slice, which I plan to make sometime next week. I’ll snap a couple of pictures to show how it all went. And I’m going out to the coastal town of
Thanks for dropping by and I’ll hopefully have some more life experiences to share with you later.
