6 hours of sleep. Hung out with a family of friends of Greg's. Very cool people. Walked around Akihabara then saw the Prime Minister of Japan giving a speech atop a van. We all say goodbye and Greg and I go to his house to watch Stargate Atlantis then meet friends for dinner ( Read more... )

I imagine all the little problems I'm having now, all the ones I've ever had, getting worse. If my voice were gone, if my hands were useless, if all the inspiration for art or writing evaporated, what would I be? Would I cease to be a person? Because I wouldn't be myself anymore. Apparently I only consider myself an accumulation of the things I can ( Read more... )

As most of you know, I've often wondered whether or not I have Bipolar Disorder (or "disease" as is more accurate).

I present this metaphor:

A person suffers from asthma. He goes on medication. It helps. Eventually he stops taking the medication and finds he doesn't really need it anymore (except on occasion).

Does he still have asthma?

The answer ( Read more... )

I'm kind of confused about my life. I'm happy but I'm not. I'm depressed quite a bit at work and I have trouble getting myself moving when I'm alone ( Read more... )

Something`s happening where I`m so out of it I don`t even feel alive anymore. I guess I`m just tired. But why? Maybe it`s just a sign of depression. I think it`s just chemical now. My situation is pretty much under control ( Read more... )

One day I'm perfectly fine--happy, full of energy--then there's a trigger. Then depression ( Read more... )

So to follow up, today I slipped into depression. Why? Here are some thoughts:

1. I'm getting really busy and I've never handled that well ( Read more... )

I really expected my depression to last longer. Maybe I've been keeping distracted ( Read more... )

My guesses were ( Read more... )