So now that I’ve spent my last 5 entries or so being self-indulgent, I figure I’ll wrap it up with this one for a bit and move back to regular stuff. I accomplished my New Years Resolutions (I’m not gloating, it was the easy stuff I went after,) and I want to come up with a list of Writing Resolutions. Things that I want to follow through on, and do more of. I have a list resembling this somewhere lost on my hard drive, so if I put it up on the Internet I’ll not only be able to find it, but also be shamed into forcing myself to follow my promises. Now, I wish I had the discipline to write a list like this and follow it to the letter, but I really don’t. As such, this will be more of a general guideline. A mission statement. If you have any suggestions as well, feel free to let me know!
Disclaimer: This post deals with depression and can be a bit of an emotional downer compared to my other pieces. I’ve written about this before, however I feel it’s important to talk about it as much as possible to help remove the stigma associated with mental illness. As compensation, I have included a picture of sleepy Bailey at the top of the post. Thanks for reading. -Chris
‘and I’m so terrified of no one else but me’
Emotions are a funny thing. I’ve been suffering from depression for the last two years now and each day just feels like just a step at a time. For a long time I’ll be fine, just peachy and normal and happy and laughing, I’ll think that everything is starting to be okay. Then something great will happen. For instance, today I was just published for the first time. Other times it will be a great night out with Karen, or seeing some friends for the first time in a long time, or simply enough just a wonderful day where nothing goes wrong.
My mom had probably the strangest experience in the house. I had been a sickly child, getting ear infections and strep throat often. The first year of my life I suffered from horrible seizures that luckily went away with time.
When I was just able to start making coherent sentences, I came down with an extremely bad flu and a horribly high temperature. My father was away for the weekend on a business trip to Atlanta, where the corporation he worked for held most of their meetings. She was trying everything in the book to get my temperature down, but the fever wouldn’t break.