I am fortunate, when depression cows others to shells out of which their possibilities simply drain away, that I am what is perhaps euphemistically called a high-functioning depressive. We high functioners are neither more talented nor harder working than those whom this illness grinds to a complete stop. It’s more that our symptoms interact with our personalities in a way that allows us still to get on with life, although at times it is a battle that in itself has the power to bring us to an internal halt.
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The señor and I have returned from a few days’ break in Wellington, following which we are fairly broke, quite sleepy and not too hungover. Fusing two styles of taking a holiday is quite a social experiment, whose results have left us reasonably satisfied, although I suspect the señor would match my contention that we could have cast our net wider with the assertion that we ate too much and didn’t drink enough. His wilfully calm amity is brake to my frenetic, nervy planning, and the two seem to hold each other in civilised check. Hurrah for us, then.
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For the last week or two I’ve been working on these pages in a behind-the-scenes fashion, altering archival links and images to make sure that I don’t lose any material when my diaryland account expires in a week or so. It’s been a laborious process and one that’s thrown me back on my own entries at a volume I don’t recommend to anyone.
Having said that, it’s been a curious experience to hear my own voice speaking back from the recent past, where of course it remains on the Greater Internet for all to read as well. I have considered putting earlier entries under lock and key–leaving, say, just a year prior available for public consumption–but as this would mean going into each entry and adding a password one-by-one, I probably shan’t do that at present.
What do I observe in the present-tense about myself in the past-tense? My first thought is that I’ve taken some wonderful trips in the last four years, principally around the South Island but also of course some happy days in Wellington and Melbourne too. Initially chagrined that I couldn’t quickly raise the cash to travel internationally, the roads I took instead proved just as rewarding, from Naseby to Paihia. I feel lucky to have had the quiet adventures that have come my way.
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Breathe the pressure
20 April, 2008
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I am fortunate, when depression cows others to shells out of which their possibilities simply drain away, that I am what is perhaps euphemistically called a high-functioning depressive. We high functioners are neither more talented nor harder working than those whom this illness grinds to a complete stop. It’s more that our symptoms interact with our personalities in a way that allows us still to get on with life, although at times it is a battle that in itself has the power to bring us to an internal halt.
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