(June 14th 2013)
Clinical Depression Warning Signs
Blog: Clinical Depression Warning Signs
So when I was between 16 and 17 I had a crush on this girl that didn't work out and I was upset. I wasn't screaming at people or slashing my wrists but I wasn't exactly the life of the party either. I wasn't particularly pleasant to be around full stop, just very depressed and mopy and really kind of a buzz kill. I remember one time it got so bad (as I say, bad without entering self harm territory) that I actually looked up symptoms of clinical depression on wikipedia and from that determined that I was suffering from depression... for like a day. After a few hours I realised that it probably isn't as serious as all that, seeing as my apparent symptoms came about because an unfamiliar, but still mundane, thing happened to me.
In hindsight it's all very silly, especially when I realise that a lot of the things I was basing my self diagnosis on are still things that I 'suffer with'. Boo hoo, I have trouble sleeping and I think a lot of people on TV are either dumb or trying to sell me something I don't need.
In conclusion never talk about Fight Club... Although that said I don't know what I can say for my sign off on this blog now... fuck it, I'll just say it again for contradictory emphasis.
You do not talk about fight club.
Made by Sean
... and subsequently butchered by Me.