Conquering Depression from the Sorrow of Life
October 21, 2015 at 1:37 pm
(This post was last modified: October 21, 2015 at 1:42 pm by Rhondazvous.)
For a hot minute thinks seemed really bad yesterday, but I turned them around and would like to share this experience with you.
Yesterday, while having lunch with several of my neighbors, I found myself in a very difficult situation. They were talking and I couldn’t really hear well enough to join in. My mind was very open to the idea of interacting with them. Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. You can think and feel but cannot see or hear. It’s like being a master swimmer who can’t float. I sat down with them ready to enjoy their company and ran into a brick wall.
It was one of those moments when I want to cry—want to scream, “Fuck y’all” and run away. But I knew that would not make me happy. That would not help me deal with the situation. When I was a child and my mother first acknowledged that I had a hearing impairment, she said, “Okay, you have a problem, now deal with it.” That seems cold, but it gave me permission to deal with it. It told me that being deaf was not a tragedy but a situation that could be dealt with.
Sitting there with my neighbors, I knew I could take the same energy it took to be depressed and use it to think up a way to deal with my situation. I focused and was able to pick up on some words and phrases. I responded to that and my neighbors were happy to include me.
Perception is reality. If I perceive myself as a person no one else has time to bother with then that will be my reality. I would sit there feeling sorry for myself and envious of those who can see and hear. I refuse to be that way.
Yesterday, while having lunch with several of my neighbors, I found myself in a very difficult situation. They were talking and I couldn’t really hear well enough to join in. My mind was very open to the idea of interacting with them. Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. You can think and feel but cannot see or hear. It’s like being a master swimmer who can’t float. I sat down with them ready to enjoy their company and ran into a brick wall.
It was one of those moments when I want to cry—want to scream, “Fuck y’all” and run away. But I knew that would not make me happy. That would not help me deal with the situation. When I was a child and my mother first acknowledged that I had a hearing impairment, she said, “Okay, you have a problem, now deal with it.” That seems cold, but it gave me permission to deal with it. It told me that being deaf was not a tragedy but a situation that could be dealt with.
Sitting there with my neighbors, I knew I could take the same energy it took to be depressed and use it to think up a way to deal with my situation. I focused and was able to pick up on some words and phrases. I responded to that and my neighbors were happy to include me.
Perception is reality. If I perceive myself as a person no one else has time to bother with then that will be my reality. I would sit there feeling sorry for myself and envious of those who can see and hear. I refuse to be that way.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
