It’s been a trying time for me, which is why I haven’t posted to this blog as regularly as I used to. The problems of the usual complications of my mother’s declining health, my declining health due to menopause, trying to find out what happened to my relatives out in fire-and-flood swept Colorado and a rising tide inside of me that just doesn’t give a fuck.
Although I have not been diagnosed as being bipolar (I have endogenous recurring depression), I do still go through cycles of having no energy most of the time to having a nice surge of it for about three days a month. These cycles of “not giving a fuck” and “giving a fuck” are normal for me and my mental health. I suppose I’ll suddenly get a whole new surge of inspiration once my bills are due.
In the meantime, enjoy swearing and still take the medication. See you when I see you.
Well, the year has just blown by, hasn’t it? It seems like yesterday that we were putting up the World Suicide Prevention Day decorations, sending World Suicide Prevention Day cards and braving the lines of last minute World Suicide Prevention Day shoppers. It’s my favorite holiday of the year, where we all get together and convince the world to keep on orbiting around the sun for another year.
No, seriously — I just found out that today is World Suicide Prevention Day. That’s only because I follow the American Psychiatric Association’s Facebook page. However, I know all about Miley Cyrus’s tongue gymnastics on the MTV Video Music Awards from television, newspapers and just about every website imaginable. Perhaps mainstream media needs to get their priorities in order.
There have been some celebrities that have committed suicide in the past year. And yet that doesn’t seem to stir up much interest in mainstream media. When Kurt Cobain killed himself, there was a lot of suicide prevention articles or features in news outlets. And yet nearly 20 years later, there’s not very much out there.
Perhaps they all want us to die. Well, SCREW ‘EM! Stay alive and mess up their plans.