HeyJaredOne Giant Creak for Me-Kind!
Creak along with me on my musings of being a human! Not only that, being a human man! A Dad of 2 in his early 50's with FND, CPTSD and at times, all encompassing depression, whilst doing my best to kick its ass and observe the funny side of life!
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The Joy of Text. (opens the original)
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Is there a joy in ‘Texting?’ I can imagine this debate played out in a courtroom. Case for the prosecution: Brought by faceless phone tech companies. Texting is by far a more convenient way of communication.Case for the defence / defense: (dependant) on whether you prefer UK English etcetera, or American English.Brought by anyone who would prefer face to face interactions (and) as opposed to texting replacing social interactions.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.u
When Reality Hits. (opens the original)
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Guilt. That’s how it feels now. I looked up the meaning behind “Survivors Guilt” Here is one of the definitions I found. They pretty much detail the same response.“Survivor's guilt is a psychological response where people feel remorse for surviving a traumatic event when others did not, often linked to post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and depression. It can affect survivors of accidents, combat, natural disasters, or other life-threatening situations.”<p
On the Fringes. (opens the original)
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A poem I wrote a while ago. I have been living with bouts of intense depression since I was in my 20s. I am now 53. I am also a chronic overthinker, which for the majority of the time has not served me well! The way I have learned to deal with this, is by writing, and for about the last decade, through poetry.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1623364134078-d8bfb38fd84c?crop=entropy&cs=tinysrgb&fit=max&fm=jpg&ixid=M3wzMDAzMzh8MHwxfHNlYXJjaHwzNHx8
Social? (opens the original)
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If you sit and ponder, you know, like a post Sunday lunch country walk.. kind of wander, look up at the trees, straighten your coat. scratch that itch and breathe, take in the air….. just let your mind wonder.. It becomes as clear as every cliché ever uttered, as if for the first time attempting to explain the obvious to the oblivious..Even embellish the truth.. a little… and then ponder.Gets me to feeling a little mischievous I imagine smearing their faces with the relish leaving me reeling wit
The reason for my existence? (opens the original)
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Today started like any other. I stirred at just before 7am. Hearing the car outside my window start, reverse, and leave. Listening to the fading engine note as it drove away. Today started as most days. The car starting which stirred me from my broken sleep was in fact my wife leaving for work. Nothing unusual in this. It happens every day. On some days I stir, on others not. It seems like another world to me now. An almost mysterious past time. Yet millions of people nation and worldwide go off
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