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Fucking computer viruses. (I don't wanna talk about it. *grumbles*)
Here's a link to an interesting NYT article about depression. (Warning: some people may find article triggery for depression/mental health issues.)
I was going to discuss it more in depth when I linked, but it seems to be somewhat more controversial than I at first thought it would be, and I just consumed several margaritas while watching Criminal Minds episodes, so perhaps I will leave the in-depth and emotional discussions of my mental health past and present for a more coherent hour...
ETA: It's raining outside, and the train is hailing us from across the valley as it passes. I love the sound of it with the drainpipe at the corner of the house, right outside the window next to my bed. It makes me think of my sophomore year of college, when I shared an attic room with sloping ceilings one of my closest friends, and a gutter ran beneath our windows like a creek every time it rained. I was miserable that year, especially in the spring, right before I took my year off, but I loved that room and my friend and that gutter. I have a candid picture of her standing out there (we almost got in so much trouble), eight floors up, studying her old, beaten-up copy of the Torah, and it's one of my favorite things I've ever done with a camera.
Here's a link to an interesting NYT article about depression. (Warning: some people may find article triggery for depression/mental health issues.)
I was going to discuss it more in depth when I linked, but it seems to be somewhat more controversial than I at first thought it would be, and I just consumed several margaritas while watching Criminal Minds episodes, so perhaps I will leave the in-depth and emotional discussions of my mental health past and present for a more coherent hour...
ETA: It's raining outside, and the train is hailing us from across the valley as it passes. I love the sound of it with the drainpipe at the corner of the house, right outside the window next to my bed. It makes me think of my sophomore year of college, when I shared an attic room with sloping ceilings one of my closest friends, and a gutter ran beneath our windows like a creek every time it rained. I was miserable that year, especially in the spring, right before I took my year off, but I loved that room and my friend and that gutter. I have a candid picture of her standing out there (we almost got in so much trouble), eight floors up, studying her old, beaten-up copy of the Torah, and it's one of my favorite things I've ever done with a camera.