You know, lately, if I wasn’t so busy writing blank pages, then it sure seems as though I wrote an awful lot about depression. Yet there are always two sides to a coin and when you flip one in the air, you’re bound to see the other side eventually. It may not look like it when the damned thing is spinning so fast, but the other side – the face side – is there at the ready; in a moment’s notice.
I wrote a post yesterday about working through a depression regarding my financial & creative funks. The response was overwhelming, to say the least– well, on Facebook; I can’t for the life of me figure out how to get people to comment directly through WordPress. I wrote a post about the nurses’ strike one time that elicited several comments, but that’s about it.
The reason for the follow-up is that I wanted to demonstrate the effect that these responses can have on an individual experiencing such a low. We all scroll through Facebook and ‘Like’ or ‘Haha’ or ‘Sad’ or ‘Wow!’ a post about kittens and Trump, but we rarely talk to each other and never ask how anyone else is doing.
Walking home from my low-paying job, in the heart of Los Angeles,
in my version of business wear: Target-brand shirt, pants, and tie.
A businessman surveys potential profit,
in a lot designed for housing.Read More »
This morning (Sunday, Dec. 11), I awoke naturally; at 6 AM (PST) and decided to use this extra time to get a jumpstart on some writing. As I am also trying a new fasting technique that delays my first meal of the day by a few hours, I decided to also abstain from my usual immediate coffee consumption. So I sat there in a half-awake daze trying to focus on my thoughts.
But as the words stalled within my mind, I realized that I may not be able to write until I ate or showered (my usual methods to become alert, otherwise I’m notorious for falling back asleep), so I finished a movie that I had started the night before for my #52Pick-Up series, and at that precise moment, a wave of nostalgia crashed over me. I had a fond memory of me doing exactly this before, getting up early to watch a movie when I couldn’t sleep thirteen years ago in the hospital.Read More »
I’ve had this draft saved in my blog’s bowels for over a year now. Originally, it was called “My Physical Memory Lanes,” but it’s more than that now; this post is about the mind’s different abnormalities, or rather the ones which I’ve encountered. I’m going to touch upon three unique experiences that my mind had been privy to over the years, the most recent occurring a few nights ago. But first; the most common occurrence of the three:
1. Deja Vu
Have any of you ever experienced Deja Vu? The term literally translates to “Already Seen,” and happens to around seventy percent of the population at some point in their lives. It usually occurs for about thirty seconds, but can sometimes extend past that duration.Read More »
It’s funny to watch yourself during a moment of absolute freedom; when I have a full day to write and be productive, and every time I research a word for a better synonym, or open my browser, instinctively (and immediately), I fall into a clickhole. I open Facebook, or YouTube, ever distancing myself from my main objective. It’s even worse when I actually need to examine one simple post from our content channels on Facebook, and rather than accomplishing that objective, I like post after post, scrolling down the infinite wall of personal expression.
You would think that these ten days crawled by, as I really didn’t have a job, or you might be thinking that “He must feel so out of place there.” Well, if you thought either one of those thoughts, then you’d be wrong.
“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.
With all of my “Farewell Tour” included, today was my tenth and final day of travel, journeying from Bangor, Maine (via Fort Kent) alllll the way to Los Angeles (well, Whittier for the night).
I awoke early in beautiful Flagstaff, AZ. These hour-shifts were really starting to mess with me. I was tired, but needed to get going, so I showered and off to breakfast I went. I couldn’t get over the beauty of this room.Read More »