wbn61
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lol I took it seriously.
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wbn61
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that's the hard thing about understanding depression. there are those who use the depression card when things are a "bit sad" or things aren't going right for them.so understandably people think get a grip grow up etc. and when someone is genually depressed they get lumped in the same basket.
wbn61
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ok.thought his post was sarcy and yours putting him down. see you can't always be right in what you read.
Elong
The fire rises
You still made me laugh though lol
McBain
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Gday wbn61 .Well it might not work for everyone, but maybe try more "Enya" than "Marilyn Manson"?
Not in this thread mate. This one is close to me, as it alot of us.
McBain
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Yo! Long time! Cheers mate!
Elong
The fire rises
Missed ya skip x
Jarek Pardej
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Don't know if this has been posted yet but thought it was a good insight into both sides,
Once again I'm uploading this... I'm doing this because for me is one of the best explanation of what depression really is...
http://www.ted.com/talks/andrew_solomon_depression_the_secret_we_share
When someone doesn't understand, do not waste your forces, please give this link to him.
God bless you all.
wbn61
Player Valuation: £8m
again I apologise.
BiggyRat
Player Valuation: £35m
I found this to be one of the better tributes to Robin Williams...IMHO.
Peter Coyote
Robin William’s Last Gift
Robin and I were friends. Not intimate, because he was very shy when he was not performing. Still, I spent many birthdays and holidays at his home with Marsha and the children, and he showed up at my 70th birthday to say “Hello” and wound up mesmerizing my relatives with a fifteen minute set that pulverized the audience.
When I heard that he had died, I put my own sorrow aside for a later time. I’m a Zen Buddhist priest and my vows instruct me to try to help others. So this little letter is meant in that spirit.
Normally when you are gifted with a huge talent of some kind, it’s like having a magnificent bicep. People will say, “Wow, that’s fantastic” and they tell you, truthfully, that it can change your life, take you to unimaginable realms. It can and often does. The Zen perspective is a little different. We might say, “Well, that’s a great bicep, you don’t have to do anything to it. Let’s work at bringing the rest of your body up to that level.”
Robin’s gift could be likened to fastest thoroughbred race-horse on earth. It had unbeatable endurance, nimbleness, and a huge heart. However, it had never been fully trained. Sometimes Robin would ride it like a kayaker tearing down white-water, skimming on the edge of control. We would marvel at his courage, his daring, and his brilliance. But at other times, the horse went where he wanted, and Robin could only hang on for dear life.
In the final analysis, what failed Robin was his greatest gift---his imagination. Clutching the horse he could no longer think of a single thing to do to change his life or make himself feel better, and he stepped off the edge of the saddle. Had the horse been trained, it might have reminded him that there is always something we can do. We can take a walk until the feeling passes. We can find someone else suffering and help them, taking the attention off our own. Or, finally, we can learn to muster our courage and simply sit still with what we are thinking are insoluble problems, becoming as intimate with them as we can, facing them until we get over our fear. They may even be insoluble, but that does not mean that there is nothing we can do.
Our great-hearted friend will be back as the rain, as the cry of a Raven as the wind. He, you and I have never for one moment not been a part of all it. But we would be doing his life and memory a dis-service if we did not extract some wisdom from his choice, which, if we ponder deeply enough, will turn out to be his last gift. He would beg us to pay attention if he could.
Peter Coyote
Robin William’s Last Gift
Robin and I were friends. Not intimate, because he was very shy when he was not performing. Still, I spent many birthdays and holidays at his home with Marsha and the children, and he showed up at my 70th birthday to say “Hello” and wound up mesmerizing my relatives with a fifteen minute set that pulverized the audience.
When I heard that he had died, I put my own sorrow aside for a later time. I’m a Zen Buddhist priest and my vows instruct me to try to help others. So this little letter is meant in that spirit.
Normally when you are gifted with a huge talent of some kind, it’s like having a magnificent bicep. People will say, “Wow, that’s fantastic” and they tell you, truthfully, that it can change your life, take you to unimaginable realms. It can and often does. The Zen perspective is a little different. We might say, “Well, that’s a great bicep, you don’t have to do anything to it. Let’s work at bringing the rest of your body up to that level.”
Robin’s gift could be likened to fastest thoroughbred race-horse on earth. It had unbeatable endurance, nimbleness, and a huge heart. However, it had never been fully trained. Sometimes Robin would ride it like a kayaker tearing down white-water, skimming on the edge of control. We would marvel at his courage, his daring, and his brilliance. But at other times, the horse went where he wanted, and Robin could only hang on for dear life.
In the final analysis, what failed Robin was his greatest gift---his imagination. Clutching the horse he could no longer think of a single thing to do to change his life or make himself feel better, and he stepped off the edge of the saddle. Had the horse been trained, it might have reminded him that there is always something we can do. We can take a walk until the feeling passes. We can find someone else suffering and help them, taking the attention off our own. Or, finally, we can learn to muster our courage and simply sit still with what we are thinking are insoluble problems, becoming as intimate with them as we can, facing them until we get over our fear. They may even be insoluble, but that does not mean that there is nothing we can do.
Our great-hearted friend will be back as the rain, as the cry of a Raven as the wind. He, you and I have never for one moment not been a part of all it. But we would be doing his life and memory a dis-service if we did not extract some wisdom from his choice, which, if we ponder deeply enough, will turn out to be his last gift. He would beg us to pay attention if he could.
Just an update kind of thing, as I don't have many to share with, and reading a book/doing exercise/etc only helps for so long unless you speak your mind.
Still feeling very down and out, pretty much the same as before, but I've talked about my problems with a member of the family - my mum - for the first time ever, and that felt like I've just undone a thousand lies (which might as well be true, with all the "how are you?" "-fine, you know" that's happened before). She had some bits of advice, having gone through similar things in her own life, biggest of which is that she'd always be there if I need as much to talk to someone, regardless of how I feel, and also that she understands one of the main things about my problem and knows that I'd have to end up doing something rather drastic and hard, but such is life.
Anyway, that's pretty much it.
Still feeling very down and out, pretty much the same as before, but I've talked about my problems with a member of the family - my mum - for the first time ever, and that felt like I've just undone a thousand lies (which might as well be true, with all the "how are you?" "-fine, you know" that's happened before). She had some bits of advice, having gone through similar things in her own life, biggest of which is that she'd always be there if I need as much to talk to someone, regardless of how I feel, and also that she understands one of the main things about my problem and knows that I'd have to end up doing something rather drastic and hard, but such is life.
Anyway, that's pretty much it.
Robertor
Has left the building
If anyone remembers last week I posted here in this thread about losing my baby boy a couple of weeks ago and what an effect it had on me, and I'd like to thank everyone for what a few people (especially @the esk ) have to try and lighten my spirits about the situation. Although I have suffered from depression before it has been a dark time for me of late. My wife's very fertile however which has led to this week finding out that she's pregnant again after the first time of trying again. I feel somewhat sorry for my deceased son as he should've been here now and instead there's another baby on the way, but I feel incredibly blessed that this has been allowed to happen and I just pray to God that all goes well this time around. As I say thanks to everyone who helped me during what was a really dark time for me and my wife.