Over the last two or three weeks the fear and anger and depression have been far more prominent, and have been so for a more extended period of time, than they have since the Spring of 2010. I find myself sleeping at odd hours of the day and have little desire (to which I can here confess, decorum being what it is) to do anything other than sleep.
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Anger, yes. Or depression. I tend to find I have them by turns. It's true of me that depression is anger without motivation. I seldom have them together, unless by chipping a small piece of anger off to motivate into a controlled explosion. Then I write something horrible, or I clean the house, and when I'm done it's back to the usual.
A funny thing happened yesterday. By funny, I mean a sign that I need to adjust my medication.
There was a punk/goth B-horror movie made in Brisbane in the late nineties, cultishly successful in the domestic market. I watched it with Wednesday, who has it on VHS, and it's never been released on DVD. I was surprised to see myself amongst the flesh-eating hordes of undead, because I didn't remember that job at all. There's a lot of blank spots, especially around that time. I spent the first half of yesterday trying to remember the name of the movie. I spent the second half of yesterday trying to remember if any of this actually happened.
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