tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37315848.post3469647953423728589..comments2023-09-29T04:54:45.573-06:00Comments on Ten Minute Freefall: Overwhelmed????Stormy Joe Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16391382810341755375noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37315848.post-18358870200318381182007-02-11T09:04:00.000-06:002007-02-11T09:04:00.000-06:00Hi Stormy-Just found your blog after finally getti...Hi Stormy-<BR/><BR/>Just found your blog after finally getting around to laborious task of typing your url from a Wall Street Journal clipping I just now found the energy to take from my brimming "to-do" bin. Phew.<BR/><BR/>I'm 27 and have been plagued with depression and intense depersonalization for the past 10 years. I've struggled with obsessive behavior and addictions as well, part in parcel. <BR/><BR/>I'm slowly realizing that railing against my sickness doesnt help, and I'm trying to figure out what it means to submit... and this would be to God I suppose. These entry fills me with the exhilaration of truth-hearing, but also such much dread.<BR/><BR/>I believe it. I agree. I've always known I wasn't meant for "this." "This," -- all of it -- doesn't feel right in a manner far beyond not feeling happy. Being alive is just... WRONG somehow. <BR/><BR/>Seeing your background, I'm sure you know of O'Connor's short story "The Enduring Chill." I quote<BR/><I><BR/>The old life in him was exhausted. He awaited the coming of new. It was then that he felt the beginning of a chill, a chill so peculiar, so light, that it was like a warm ripple across the deeper sea of cold. His breath came short. The fierce bird which through the years of his childhood and the days of his illness had been poised over his head, waiting mysteriously, appeared all at once to be in motion. Asbury blanched and the last film of illusion was torn as if by a whirlwind from his eyes. He saw that for the rest of his days, frail, racked, but enduring, he would live in the face of a purifying terror. A feeble cry, a last impossible protest escaped him. But the Holy Ghost, emblazoned in ice instead of fire, continued, implacable, to descend. </I><BR/><BR/>How does one let go of trying to understand this unnatural condition and just live?<BR/><BR/>Bah, this is very muddled. <BR/><BR/>But thanks for speaking with a true and clear voice. Off to service...<BR/><BR/>-JJames Fishwickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10823474753587963934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37315848.post-60969207008137308862007-01-17T12:37:00.000-06:002007-01-17T12:37:00.000-06:00Thanks for getting us "uppers and downers" on line...Thanks for getting us "uppers and downers" on line. The older I get the more I realize we are many.<br />Depression runs in my family, so why was I surprised to find myself in the same boat? "Get thee to a support group" was the advice given me. The next best thing may be an<br />avenue to vent on line.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com