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What's going on? There are so many journallers out there, myself included, who have expressed a lack of desire to write lately, or are undergoing depression, or are experiencing a dearth in creativity, or have experienced a recent loss, or have been sick as a dog. Viv has been suffering from depression, and Anna has been frustrated with her back problems (though both are expressing a resurgence of perk, I'm glad to see). Pamie has expressed feelings of concerns toward her journalling and how people view her, and Patrick (who is on the road to recovery) has gone on hiatus because he's questioning why he must keep a journal. Melissa's last entry spoke of the desire to write, but with no words forthcoming. Poor Dana sounded so lost in her entry on the 19th that I just want to track her down and give her a hug. Sarah lost her dog and had me crying in my cube at work. Among the sick (besides me!) are Terry, and Joanne (who are both, thankfully, feeling better). Lynda has recently expressed how hopeless she feels in the face of life's tedium. Doogie seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth altogether. And there are more, not mentioned here. Where in the world is all of this coming from? Is it something unique to writers that occurs simultaneously in almost all of us, due to something we unknowingly share *as* writers? ******************** Speaking for myself, my readers will notice that I've been updating less frequently than I usually do. I have felt lately like I'm just maintaining. Going through life and doing enough to get along, but with nothing to get excited about or look forward to. Kind of like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what. Maybe just for life to "get better", although other than being kind of bored, I don't know why "better" is necessary. I'm worried about money, yes. Specifically how to get rid of all the debt we have so we can save, quit living paycheck to paycheck, and be able to do what we want with our money. I'm feeling restless and wanting to travel, but we have no funds with which to do so. Calvin is in desperate need of a new motorcycle. It's his only hobby and purge, without which he is restless and unhappy. I sympathize with that completely. On the positive side, things with the kids have settled out into a "normal" routine, my relationship with Calvin is wonderful, and everything at home is just fine. Work is stressful, sure, but continuing on its way and I'm able to leave work *at* work, the majority of the time. School is stupidly easy, almost to the point of being annoyingly so. Huh. Maybe all it is *is* boredom. The tedium that Lynda mentioned rings all kinds of bells in me. Human beings are high maintenance creatures, with the need to be stimulated and challenged. Not much of that is happening lately. ******************** I'm concerned about the overall depression that seems to be pervading the journalling community as of late. End of winter blues, perhaps? Are writers creatures that are more empathetic to fluctuations in the emotions of the people surrounding them? Do they take on feelings that are originally external to themselves, and make them their own? Getting granola with my bad self here, but do writers unconsciously follow the changes of the seasons, and as the death of winter fades, the life of spring garners new hope and enthusiasm? Hey, it's not as silly as it sounds. My grandmother always viewed depression, or a blue mood, or what have you, as something to be "shaken off". "Get over it." Viv recently expressed to me in an e-mail that sometimes it *is* beneficial, when feeling badly, to act as if you are just fine. It can serve to help you dispel the mood sooner. Perhaps not all the time, especially if something is profoundly wrong, but sometimes. The depression least understood, by the person experiencing it *and* by the people around them, is the depression to which a direct cause cannot be pinpointed. And I think that's what a lot of us are experiencing lately. I am, and my family is, and many of my journalling friends are. But we'll make it, gang. Don't worry. We will make it. |
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Share with me your tried and true methods for dispelling depression. I'll post your feedback here, and we'll share the knowledge.
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