Some thoughts in no particular order
I've been meaning to post this for a few months. I'm not sure why it keeps popping in my head, so I'm getting it out of my head and onto paper. Or whatever this is.
My favorite blogger, Allie Brosh, wrote one of the best descriptions of depression I've ever read. I should make a four-letter word disclaimer. There are a few four-letter words. Not that this is justification, but if you've ever experienced depression, four letter words aren't accurate or sufficient anyway. If you want to read about depression for any reason, here you go: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com. Scroll past the dinosaur costume post and click on "older posts". It's called Depression Part 2.
Depression isn't feeling sad, it usually develops into feeling nothing. Empty, hollow, floating. She talks about the moment she started to come out of it as seeing a piece of corn under the fridge and thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. I remember a certain time in my life (four years ago) when I started to snap out of a hollow emptiness. My brother made me laugh (he knows exactly how to tickle my funny bone), and it typical form, I couldn't stop for a really long time. It was the first time in many years that I'd really laughed at something and it was so memorable, I still remember going from hollowed out to filling up with life again. Except I can't remember what was so funny, just that it was.
Also she has a new book out and I think I'll put it on my Christmas wish list.
This weekend we went to Logan to see my niece perform on stage at Sky View High. She's such a sweetheart and I hope we'll always be close. I was proud to see her up there. I wish we saw the Walkers more. Every Sunday!
On the way home, we stopped at Jamba Juice for a smoothie. I was extremely tired and groggy and got one with caffeine in it--only they messed up and gave the caffeine one to Leah. It took me until American Fork to figure out why 1) I was so irritable and 2) she was jumping from the trunk to the backseat. I honestly don't know how we made it home alive. Jamba Juice might be getting some hate mail from me.
I want to go on a long rant about basement apartment living, but I only have energy for a short rant. There is a yellow jacket nest at the top of the stairs. I've seen two hobo spiders and one of them was in my bathroom. I've seen SIX mice--two on top of the counters eating food, one dead and floating in a crockpot of water, one with its tail stuck to a spider trap, running under the sink, and two running in the walls. I want to DIE. The sink/spider trap one happened today after church while I was skyping Jacob and I made him watch the whole event. He talked me through how to get it out of the house while I wet my pants. Meanwhile, Leah holed herself up in her room watching a sitcom about divorce and Hannah sat on the couch and laughed at me. I've decided that mice are scary not because of how they look or their actual danger lever. It's how fast they move, so they feel very unpredictable. Plus the little black poops are nasty. AND, the 3 year old upstairs wakes me up every morning by running across the house. AND they have a dog and it poops everywhere and they don't clean it up.
Short rant over.
My favorite blogger, Allie Brosh, wrote one of the best descriptions of depression I've ever read. I should make a four-letter word disclaimer. There are a few four-letter words. Not that this is justification, but if you've ever experienced depression, four letter words aren't accurate or sufficient anyway. If you want to read about depression for any reason, here you go: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com. Scroll past the dinosaur costume post and click on "older posts". It's called Depression Part 2.
Depression isn't feeling sad, it usually develops into feeling nothing. Empty, hollow, floating. She talks about the moment she started to come out of it as seeing a piece of corn under the fridge and thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. I remember a certain time in my life (four years ago) when I started to snap out of a hollow emptiness. My brother made me laugh (he knows exactly how to tickle my funny bone), and it typical form, I couldn't stop for a really long time. It was the first time in many years that I'd really laughed at something and it was so memorable, I still remember going from hollowed out to filling up with life again. Except I can't remember what was so funny, just that it was.
Also she has a new book out and I think I'll put it on my Christmas wish list.
This weekend we went to Logan to see my niece perform on stage at Sky View High. She's such a sweetheart and I hope we'll always be close. I was proud to see her up there. I wish we saw the Walkers more. Every Sunday!
On the way home, we stopped at Jamba Juice for a smoothie. I was extremely tired and groggy and got one with caffeine in it--only they messed up and gave the caffeine one to Leah. It took me until American Fork to figure out why 1) I was so irritable and 2) she was jumping from the trunk to the backseat. I honestly don't know how we made it home alive. Jamba Juice might be getting some hate mail from me.
I want to go on a long rant about basement apartment living, but I only have energy for a short rant. There is a yellow jacket nest at the top of the stairs. I've seen two hobo spiders and one of them was in my bathroom. I've seen SIX mice--two on top of the counters eating food, one dead and floating in a crockpot of water, one with its tail stuck to a spider trap, running under the sink, and two running in the walls. I want to DIE. The sink/spider trap one happened today after church while I was skyping Jacob and I made him watch the whole event. He talked me through how to get it out of the house while I wet my pants. Meanwhile, Leah holed herself up in her room watching a sitcom about divorce and Hannah sat on the couch and laughed at me. I've decided that mice are scary not because of how they look or their actual danger lever. It's how fast they move, so they feel very unpredictable. Plus the little black poops are nasty. AND, the 3 year old upstairs wakes me up every morning by running across the house. AND they have a dog and it poops everywhere and they don't clean it up.
Short rant over.
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