An internet friend has recently posted a link to a great article on depression and the possiblity and relation to a protein called p11. The post is a great read and some good insight into depression from a fellow sufferer. Go out and read!
Add comment January 8th, 2006 at 11:18pm John
Crazy. I use this word a lot. It means different things to me depending upon the context. When I think of life and I think “crazy” I think that things are not how I would like them to be, I think that my feelings are jumbled and have been in the spin-cycle too long, I feel like my head will explode unless I find a dark place to scream at the top of my lungs, I feel like I need physical pain to remind me that I am real. Crazy. Just another word for being fucked up, feeling like life is not going how you would like it to be going. Really though, when does life go like we plan, never. I am trying to stay atop these curve balls and doing so pretty well I might say, but once in awhile (usually after too much alcohol) I break down, down, down. Fall into a pit. I always come back to reality very shortly and have only a few holes in my walls so far. I will continue to try and stay busy as my head de-confuses itself. Maybe sometime this washer of life will be done and I can be moved to the dryer. Maybe.
