There’s a silence inside my head

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You have to remember that
not all silences are scary.

That they don’t always mean the end
of a story,
of a show,
of a conversation.

Sometimes, they’re just a pause.
An intermission.
A time for you to gather your wits, your strength,
to get your heart ready for the next part.

Maybe sometimes they mean more than a little pause.
Maybe it’s a time to get your heart and mind focused again.
Or maybe it’s just a time to sit still.

You need to stop being afraid of these silences.

You need to realize
how some of the best things can come out of these silences.

That this silence can be beautiful,
if you let it.

You need to fight
against these voices in your head
that urge you to make noise.

Sit and revel in this silence.
And believe that this is good.

You have to remember that
not all silences are scary.

Marchin’ On

I’m only really supposed to have one post here every week (have you noticed?), but I’m making an excuse this week, just because.

Thanks, February, for being so awesome. February 2013 may just have been the best February I’ve had so far, and I am not kidding about that at all. So just like how I thanked January, here I am thanking February, too.

And now…

Hello, favorite month. :)

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Dissecting Depression

Also known as: A commercial, part 1

Yesterday I finally set out to clean out some of the plastic bags in my room where it’s been in the same state ever since we moved back to the house. This made my mom slightly happier at the state of my room and my OC tendencies slightly pleased too because there were two less plastic bags in my room.

But this isn’t a Housekeeping post.  While I did clean out some things and I basically organized some books, I found something else entirely interesting too: old journals. Some coming from 1998, if you will believe it. :P I had a grand time flipping through some of them and laughing at how petty some of my concerns were. And how stupid I sounded. Ah, journals, the perfect time machine.

Anyway, I had to laugh at how much I exaggerate things, too. Case in point, sometime in 2001, I wrote this:

This depression thing is very new to me. I’m somewhat always been in the verge of depression, but never truly depressed. That’s why I’m writing on you, maybe I can release my depression so I can function properly again.

And I really don’t want to be depressed. I bet this isn’t even major depression, and I don’t want to be depressed.

Say what, 15 year old me?

Anyway, I highly doubt that was depression anyway, but just good old teenage angst. I can’t believe I used that term so much back then, especially since depression is a serious thing. I haven’t experienced it and I don’t know someone who have experienced it, but I know that it’s something that should not be dismissed. Imagine waking up everyday and facing a black hole that you just don’t want to move. (Of course, I’m writing that line based on a book I read that had a depressed character, not because I had firsthand experience)

I found this really nifty infographic (Sidenote: I am loving infographs lately) about depression, and it has pretty much all the basic info needed about this condition, be it for yourself or someone you know. I guess I should be careful with using that word now — sometimes, these bouts of sadness are really just leftover angst.

Via: Canada Drug Center