When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.
– Benjamin Franklin
“Men whose trade is rat-catching love to catch rats; the bug destroyer seizes on his bug with delight; the suppressor is gratified by finding his vice.”
Sydney Smith
When rats infest the Palace a lame cat is better than the swiftest horse.
“All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.”
At the time Switters had disputed her assertion. Even at seventeen, he was aware that depression could have chemical causes.
“The key word here is roots,” Maestra had countered. “The roots of depression. For most people, self-awareness and self-pity blossom simultaneously in early adolescence. It’s about that time that we start viewing the world as something other than a whoop-de-doo playground, we start to experience personally how threatening it can e, how cruel and unjust. At the very moment when we become, for the first time, both introspective and socially conscientious, we receive the bad news that the world, by and large, doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Even an old tomato like me can recall how painful, scary, and disillusioning that realization was. So, there’s a tendency, then, to slip into rage and self-pity, which if indulged, can fester into bouts of depression.”
Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
No one should ever be depressed by his or her worldly situation as long as he or she is walking on the path leading to Paradise. Attaining Paradise is the great objective of this life, and the person who gains it is victorious, regardless of what he achieved in the world.” – Imam Zaid Shakir
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
we continue to spend fortunes on an stupefying array of distractions supposedly designed to make us happier than Liz Taylor at a wedding Cosmetics that contain everything from the placenta of unborn goats to a pound of pig fat mixed with volcanic ash and 19 secret ingredients from the rain forest diet products to remove mountains of blubber gained by stuffing ourselves because we are so damn miserable, and miserable because we are so horribly fat cosmetic surgery in every place from facial to other cheeks mind-numbing cruises to paradise luxury boats that never leave their luxury marinas hard drugs soft drugs alcohol anti-depressants uppers downers frenetic gambling to hit the big time jewellery that is too expensive to wear image marriages destined to last all of six months mink-lined designer toilet seats lottery tickets tobacco products we know will kill us and billions of tons of electronic and plastic and toxic junk that add nothing to our lives and create only clutter, pollution and landfill.
(Robert White)
― Lao Tzu
If I feel depressed I will sing.
If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labour.
If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.
If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.
If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.
If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.
If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.
Today I will be the master of my emotions.
– Og Mandino
― Jessica Thompson, This is a Love Story
“Depression is a painfully slow, crashing death. Mania is the other extreme, a wild roller coaster run off its tracks, an eight ball of coke cut with speed. It’s fun and it’s frightening as hell. Some patients – bipolar type I – experience both extremes; other – bipolar type II – suffer depression almost exclusively. But the “mixed state,” the mercurial churning of both high and low, is the most dangerous, the most deadly. Suicide too often results from the impulsive nature and physical speed of psychotic mania coupled with depression’s paranoid self-loathing.”
― David Lovelace, Scattershot: My Bipolar Family
― Emily Dickinson
“If someone told me that I could live my life again free of depression provided I was willing to give up the gifts depression has given me–the depth of awareness, the expanded consciousness, the increased sensitivity, the awareness of limitation, the tenderness of love, the meaning of friendship, the appreciation of life, the joy of a passionate heart–I would say, ‘This is a Faustian bargain! Give me my depressions. Let the darkness descend. But do not take away the gifts that depression, with the help of some unseen hand, has dredged up from the deep ocean of my soul and strewn along the shores of my life. I can endure darkness if I must; but I cannot lie without these gifts. I cannot live without my soul.
― David Elkins, Beyond Religion: A Personal Program for Building a Spiritual Life Outside the Walls of Traditional Religion
― Aaron Goldfarb, How to Fail: The Self-Hurt Guide
“(He took a drink of the juice and cursed.)
What is this shit? Poison? (Syn)
You can’t live on alcohol. (Nykyrian)
Wanna bet? (Syn)
Wanna die? Drink it and quit bitching. (Nykyrian)
You know, you’re a little hairy to be my mother. (Syn)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Night
"A Dictionary of Kashmiri Proverbs & Sayings"
Rainbow colours fade to black
A bloody crimson flower
Love, life’s razor regretsfoto- pitt town nsw 2010
Life is here represented as full of cares. Man is shown to be selfish in his own sorrows, with little room in his heart to sympathize with the sorrows of others. He is nevertheless told to accept the world as it is, to avoid extremes, never to be over- elated or depressed, and to enjoy the present while he may, remembering that youth is short, and that
" Whose life with care is over-cast That man’s not said to live, but last."
"Bannú: Or Our Afghan Frontier"
foto – clouds over raleigh 2010
The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one’s sympathy the gloom of somebody else.
Arnold Bennett
foto – forealty towers yard in summer 2010
__________________
DAVID ROWBOTHAM
Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.
Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.
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Learning to stumble through life without the comfort of booze.
A sweary alcohol recovery blog written by a Yorkshireman
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A woman's quest for one year of sobriety
A mom, wife and professional's journey on recovering from addiction
I used to drink and now I don't
ACoA Recovery Issues (adult-children of alcoholics & other narcissists)
Watching life as it passed by
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WHERE TO START WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
Daily Recovery Messages
biographical, non-fiction
Alcoholics Anonymous Meetings in Mountain City, Tennessee
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