Zines.
I've just read The Long Walk Back to Myself by Jessica Stein, a zine about her 50-mile walk from Brooklyn to the Clearwater Folk Festival. It was a great read and made me think two things:
It's been a long, boring day at home today. Yesterday was a tough one, a really tough one. Depression struck and I was at a loss as to how to deal with it so I just endured. It's the only thing for it when nothing you do actually helps. Endure it. It has to go somewhere, either further down or away. Fortunately for me this time, it went away and today was marginally - yet significantly - better. I still have this physical anxiety underpinning my ennui. It's a fear that depression will resurface because I didn't expect it yesterday, but I will endure it if it returns, and I will continue to do the things that can't help but have a longterm impact on my life. I'm rolling forwards despite the odd step back.
- I want to go for a long walk.
- I want to pull my psych hospital zine out of hiding and get it ship-shape for printing. Never mind that I've finished a whole other zine I want to get printed quite soon.
It's been a long, boring day at home today. Yesterday was a tough one, a really tough one. Depression struck and I was at a loss as to how to deal with it so I just endured. It's the only thing for it when nothing you do actually helps. Endure it. It has to go somewhere, either further down or away. Fortunately for me this time, it went away and today was marginally - yet significantly - better. I still have this physical anxiety underpinning my ennui. It's a fear that depression will resurface because I didn't expect it yesterday, but I will endure it if it returns, and I will continue to do the things that can't help but have a longterm impact on my life. I'm rolling forwards despite the odd step back.