Real Life is Boring. I want to squee over TV some more!
I am so stressed. I don't know if it's the depression or the ADD, but I cannot concentrate on any schoolwork. The more I worry about it, the more I think about it, the less I actually want to do it, and so I let my mind wander, checking and rechecking my f-list for any new posts to distract me. But nothing works to distract me. I don't feel like doing anything instead of my homework - Seasonal_Spuffy is done for me, and I don't feel like making any Doctor Who or Game of Thrones icons like I would expect myself to want to do instead of homework. I just don't feel like doing anything, and being listless and bored bothers me.
We're watching a film on Japanese funerary rites that is surprisingly not depressing. It's called Departures, and I guess it won for best foreign language film at the 2009 Oscars. I know it has a lot to do with Buddhist death ritual, but I don't know what exactly it has to do with philosophy of the mind, which is what we're studying.
I can pay attention in class, but my mind races the minute the lecture is over.
My therapist wants me to start journaling, and I tell her that I do that sort of thing online, but what she really wants to see with me is write down my unedited feelings. She thinks I'm self-editing myself too much and not getting down to the real outpouring of pain so that I can finally release it. We'll see if that actually works.
We're watching a film on Japanese funerary rites that is surprisingly not depressing. It's called Departures, and I guess it won for best foreign language film at the 2009 Oscars. I know it has a lot to do with Buddhist death ritual, but I don't know what exactly it has to do with philosophy of the mind, which is what we're studying.
I can pay attention in class, but my mind races the minute the lecture is over.
My therapist wants me to start journaling, and I tell her that I do that sort of thing online, but what she really wants to see with me is write down my unedited feelings. She thinks I'm self-editing myself too much and not getting down to the real outpouring of pain so that I can finally release it. We'll see if that actually works.