22 February 2004
now i'm getting somewhere
I've added more information to the web site. Slowly but surely. I'm also working on a journal design that actually has lines in it (I prefer journals with lines -- I'm a sloppy writer). That should be up in a few days. DepressionPlace was ranking higher on Google searches, and I'm not sure why it fell out of the first four pages. It kind of bums me out, because I really want people to be able to find this site. I want to be able to help people -- even if it's just a little bit.
If you're reading this, then please go take another look at the site. I'm adding things every few days. If you have any comments, please let me know. I'm happy to take suggestions (and give credit!) and criticism (as long as it's constructive criticism).
MARY at-symbol SHEFFERMAN dot COM (I'm not trying to be cute by writing my e-mail address like that -- I write it like that so spammers can't sweep the web site and pick up my address.)
--Mary
If you're reading this, then please go take another look at the site. I'm adding things every few days. If you have any comments, please let me know. I'm happy to take suggestions (and give credit!) and criticism (as long as it's constructive criticism).
MARY at-symbol SHEFFERMAN dot COM (I'm not trying to be cute by writing my e-mail address like that -- I write it like that so spammers can't sweep the web site and pick up my address.)
--Mary
08 February 2004
grief
It's a normal part of life. But I find that each loss brings back each previous loss.
We had to put Trixie to sleep on Wednesday. It wasn't as sad as other losses; Trixie was over 7 years old -- a full life for a ferret. But now I'm thinking about Koosh (who died just before Christmas) and other ferrets I've lost over the past few years. Some of them were just too young. Bosco was only 4 years old.
I miss holding my furry friends. Gabby is the only one left now and she's not very tolerant of being held. She likes to play, but puts her paw down when it comes to hugs and kisses. So I miss the ones who are gone. That's how I feel today. Empty.
But it's not the empty of depression; it's the empty of grief. One of the hardest things we have to do as people with dysthymia and/or major depression is not let the normal range of emotions scare us back down into the depression hole.
It's all a balancing act.
--Mary
We had to put Trixie to sleep on Wednesday. It wasn't as sad as other losses; Trixie was over 7 years old -- a full life for a ferret. But now I'm thinking about Koosh (who died just before Christmas) and other ferrets I've lost over the past few years. Some of them were just too young. Bosco was only 4 years old.
I miss holding my furry friends. Gabby is the only one left now and she's not very tolerant of being held. She likes to play, but puts her paw down when it comes to hugs and kisses. So I miss the ones who are gone. That's how I feel today. Empty.
But it's not the empty of depression; it's the empty of grief. One of the hardest things we have to do as people with dysthymia and/or major depression is not let the normal range of emotions scare us back down into the depression hole.
It's all a balancing act.
--Mary
