Seriously...

This blog is my way of coming to terms with my own issues with depression. If you are experiencing signs of depression or are thinking of hurting yourself, PLEASE seek professional help. You can talk to someone at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or 1-800-784-2433. There is a TTY line at 1-800-799-4TTY (4889) for the Deaf and hard-of-hearing.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

After weeks of unemployment, I have a new job. No one is more surprised than me that I am not the most negative person in the office. In fact, my co-workers bring ME down on a daily basis. Thank god it's only part time.

How does a black cloud turn into a tiny ray of sunshine? It happened like this. I knew that this job would be stressful, so I consulted those dreaded self-help books to get me in the right frame of mind. I generally detest shiny-happy-feel good shit, but Richard Carlson's (R.I.P) "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" tomes have always seemed practical and straight forward to me. He doesn't bullshit and try to convince you that everything will be hunky dory always. He does offer tangible ways of retraining your thought patterns to cope with life's stress.

I am fully aware that my negative thoughts intensify my negative feelings/depressions/melancholy. So from day one at my new job I have attempted, with some success, to focus on the moment and try to tune out the negative chatter that infests my brain. Unfortunately, I am bombarded with stress-inducing comments from co-workers at every turn. Not a day has gone by that I haven't heard "Today is going to be a nightmare" or "Tomorrow looks like a rough day." Why think ahead? It probably will be a busy, stressful day. I KNOW this. Thinking about it ahead of time does nothing but paralyze me with fear and anxiety.

I can't believe that I am the one wishing these people would get a clue and chill the fuck out. Stop anticipating the worst! At the very least, please stop sharing your negativity with me. I have enough of my own, thank you. It's like trying to get sober only to find that everyone suddenly wants to buy you a drink. The irony is killing me.

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