Waking this morning to find out that, Philip Seymour died of a overdose, why do people have such demons? They have so much talent, money and fame and yet, they die like a derelict in the street, maybe it's because no matter what they have, the pain and angst, they suffer is no different.
It scares me as I have suffered all my life with mentall illness, anxiety and clinical depression, yet I push everyday, to try to get to recovery, which I know is only remission, as it always crops up again.
Will there be a day I stop trying, I hope not, I refuse to give in to this!
Monday, February 3, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Making Turkey soup reading The Book Thief
I love making homemade soups, they always make me feel better, the aroma from the soup comforts, me and the thought of taking that first taste, tintillates my senses.
My recovery from depression and anxiety has been a slow one, but I am getting there, I hate to call it recovery, as I believe that those of us who suffer from a long term disorder like anxiety and depression, will really only be in remission, as there will always be the chance of relapse.
But if we can fill our emotional tool box with positive tools, we will have a way to deal with those relapses better.
My recovery from depression and anxiety has been a slow one, but I am getting there, I hate to call it recovery, as I believe that those of us who suffer from a long term disorder like anxiety and depression, will really only be in remission, as there will always be the chance of relapse.
But if we can fill our emotional tool box with positive tools, we will have a way to deal with those relapses better.
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