My cure for when depressions hits.
My cure when depression hits, is to talk with a friend, not about my depression but whatever he willing to listen to. Having a friend who listens to you, how your day went, what is going on in your life, your hopes and dreams, your fears. They just listen, and acknowledge you, and just by listening they have shared your problem, and you feel better for saying it out loud, instead of keeping it all locked up inside.
That is what these bulletin boards so wonderful, people from across the country, and around the world joining hands. They listen, they encourage you, and they give you companionship, so you do not feel alone.
There are enough rotten people in our lives, that try to rain on our parades, and make other feel inadequate. They do this because of their own inadequatecies, and by putting others down, is the only way they know of elevating themselves up as being better than you!
I want to say thank you to all who have contributed to this very troubling topic, that many do not even want to discuss. By sharing things in our lives, we build a bond, that over time we become a band of brothers and sisters, willing to share our hopes, and dreams, as well as a downfalls, and faliures!
Paul Simon's lyrics for "Old Friends".....
Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
Time it was and what a time it was,
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences,
Long ago it must be,
I have a photograph,
Preserve your memories,
Ther all thats left you...
~Parnelli :D