Ten years of not being dead
Jul. 16th, 2015 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xelaJuly 24 will mark 10 years since my stroke. I said back around my birthday that I wanted to do something to mark this anniversary. I've been kind of mood-challenged lately, and haven't felt like making a plan. But I want to announce ... something. And I just realized that the 24th is a Friday, and ... well, that way lies misery. So: Thursday July 23, 18:30, somewhere in the Central-Kendall vicinity, I will be doing ... something. If you would like to join me, please email me at MIT. If you don't know my MIT address, try <username> AT livejournal.com.
There is very little in my life that I regret doing. But quite a lot that I regret not doing. Those are all things I considered doing. Things I made plans for doing. Things depression sapped my will to do. Once I noticed that pattern, I made a conscious decision to fight it. So: I am not going to let this go by the wayside. No matter how sure I am that nobody gives a fuck.
The alphabet, at least, is my friend. I start typing depressed in LJ's mood box, and the next word on the list that pops up is determined. Yes. That's me all over.
There is very little in my life that I regret doing. But quite a lot that I regret not doing. Those are all things I considered doing. Things I made plans for doing. Things depression sapped my will to do. Once I noticed that pattern, I made a conscious decision to fight it. So: I am not going to let this go by the wayside. No matter how sure I am that nobody gives a fuck.
The alphabet, at least, is my friend. I start typing depressed in LJ's mood box, and the next word on the list that pops up is determined. Yes. That's me all over.
