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Jul. 13th, 2019 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI posted this on Facebook this morning, but the work of embedding a link into the text seemed like too much work to post it here too. That's where my brain was.
From this morning:
There's this article headlined "Climate Despair Is Making People Give Up on Life."
That's basically where I am these days I think.
I know something needs to be done. In small, tangential part, I was going to address that via being involved in urban public policy, but that did not come to be.
I've been talking with my therapist a lot about how doing any number of forward-looking things requires a certain fundamental optimism about the future. I'm realizing that maybe I just don't have that. It is significantly affecting my mental health, and I don't see a way to resolve the issue because it's completely external to me. Not feeling depressed and to some degree hopeless feels irrational, and I'm not very good at prioritizing my feelings over my rational analysis of a situation in *any* context.
I'm home over this four-day weekend when I already had a fully planned out trip to see a bunch of the kinds of things I've always loved seeing on the kind of road trip I've always loved taking. I can't say exactly why; I just couldn't get excited about it, other than in fits and starts. I just want to hole up with people and animals I care about and be insular.
And I *have* been taking my brain meds. I shudder to think how I'd be without them.
From this morning:
There's this article headlined "Climate Despair Is Making People Give Up on Life."
That's basically where I am these days I think.
I know something needs to be done. In small, tangential part, I was going to address that via being involved in urban public policy, but that did not come to be.
I've been talking with my therapist a lot about how doing any number of forward-looking things requires a certain fundamental optimism about the future. I'm realizing that maybe I just don't have that. It is significantly affecting my mental health, and I don't see a way to resolve the issue because it's completely external to me. Not feeling depressed and to some degree hopeless feels irrational, and I'm not very good at prioritizing my feelings over my rational analysis of a situation in *any* context.
I'm home over this four-day weekend when I already had a fully planned out trip to see a bunch of the kinds of things I've always loved seeing on the kind of road trip I've always loved taking. I can't say exactly why; I just couldn't get excited about it, other than in fits and starts. I just want to hole up with people and animals I care about and be insular.
And I *have* been taking my brain meds. I shudder to think how I'd be without them.
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Date: 2019-07-14 10:23 am (UTC)I think the Romani in me is craving the sunshine!
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