Imagining Yourself…

The Promethea Exercise

This is a fun and interesting bit of therapy I got from my friend Happydog, who is a professional counselor. I dubbed it “The Promethea Exercise” because it reminded me of a similar activity undertaken in the course of Alan Moore’s spectacular comic Promethea:


In this amazing comic, which in the course of its story touches on everything from trials and tribulations in Ancient Egypt to post postmodern ennui, from the history of magic to issues of gender identification, the primal force Promethea (who, as you can see above, could be considered not only Badass of the Week, but Badass of the Millennium)  is brought about through writing. Using the analogy of words as method of Creation (after all, in the Beginning was the Word, yay?), our heroine is incarnated simply by being written.


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When he originally suggested this exercise to me, Happydog advised me to draw/paint Big Me… to dream and idealize and remind myself what’s good about me, and what I value as important traits to be noted, proud of, or worked on.

My spin was this – having precisely no talent in the arts of drawing and painting, I decided to write Her instead. And, being a woman who tops 6’, ‘Big’ has always been a word with negative associations and memories for me. So, rather than drawing Big Kat, I decided to put pen to paper and write Amigata, the name being one of my own invention and having many layers of meaning.

It was a difficult experiment at first – I was focused on sentence structure and grammatical accuracy, and I wondered if I should write it like a short story rather than just a description… and then I decided that that would be too much, and that the point of the exercise was to utilize my imagination, my visualization, and any remaining feelings of hope and positivity that remained despite my current level of deep, sunken despair.

And after I relaxed, I found myself quite enjoying crafting this lovely Me.  I wrote about 5 pages of material, and may have even been smiling a little bit by the time I put my pen down.

And then I took this lovely creature… and set Her aside on the dresser, soon to be buried under the daily detritus and gubbins.

Maybe I should find Her again.


“Live out of your imagination, not your history.”
Stephen Covey

Dealing w/ it Daily – Life Hacks for Depression

We often here that it’s the “little things” that are the most important.  Anyone who’s stood on the seashore holding hands with a loved one while the sun goes down or curled up with nothing but a cat and a good book for several hours can identify with this sentiment.  I think it also applies to the daily struggle with clinical depression.  So here are a few things to try on a daily basis in order to help combat the darkness:

1)      Get adequate sleep.  I know it’s a busy world, with much more work than play, and sometimes it’s not possible to get the full 8 hours / 7 hours you need.  I find that more often than not I’m actually in bed at a decent time, but then I spend 30 minutes to an hour either reading or playing a game on my phone.  When I have the discipline to either go to bed earlier so as to have my reading / game time, or just not crack open that book after getting in bed at all, I feel much better the next day.  And I definitely see a correlation between being overtired and low mood.  And low mood can be a catalyst for a bout of Depression. 

2)      Hydrate!  Check out these benefits: . I love drinking water.  Many people do not.  Try making a habit of it.  Try pouring yourself a glass of water about 20 minutes before each meal, and tell yourself no meal until you finish the water. Or require a glass of water before each coffee or tea your drink throughout the day. Do this for a while and see if you agree – isn’t water great?

3)      Hugs.  Seriously. Even if you’re not naturally a very tactile person. Even if you think it won’t help.  At least once a day, see if you can wrap a loved one in your arms and take a deep breath and smile. Works a treat, that does.

4)      Go outside.  If it’s too hot, just go for a short walk around the block. If it’s raining, take an umbrella. If it’s gorgeous outside and you have the time, escape to the woods every once in a while.  Being out of fluorescent / artificial light and under that sky can be almost instantly uplifting.

5)      Thank someone for something (at least once) every day.  It will cause you to look outside of yourself and find one good thing.  When I’m depressed, the problems seems much, much more important than the good things; the negative’s a heavyweight and the positive’s a featherweight.  Realizing that someone’s helped me out helps straighten out that skewed perspective.

Finally, I love this comic … what if Depression was a visible illness?


Is that the best you can do?

…On keeping your head above water. Just.

Right, me hearties. Here’s the thing:


Oh sorry. Just warming up for International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Beg your pardon.
The thing is, coping mechanisms are great tools to have in your Depression-fighting toolbox.  As are loved ones (though you may not want to keep them in your toolboxes).
As is knowledge of yourself and how your own depression manifests.   But some days you’re going to be close to drowning.  Some days you’re not going to manage to make it out of bed in order to go for a long walk, have a talk with that friend of yours who’s an excellent listener, and, sensing a bad moon arising, enact four or five of your favourite cheer-up methods before lunch.  Some days you’re going to make it through the day.
You’re just going to make it through the day.

I’ve had these days.  Days when just getting out of bed takes a massive effort.  Days when the thought of seeing another human being, let alone having to talk to them, maintain the social niceties and answer the “How are you doing” question with the “fine” lie, is absolutely overwhelming and seems utterly impossible.

I’ve also had those days and managed to drag myself out of bed, go to work, pass the requisite social niceties tests that every day brings us, and make it home, all without harming myself in any way and all without being nasty to anyone I encounter.  And then I’ve had to face the “what did you do today?” question….

…and felt like an utter failure.

I don’t have any spectacular truisms here to make you feel better if this happens to you, too.  Anyone who’s suffered from Depression knows that some days just making it through _is_ an achievement.  Some battles in life are big, and splashy, and bring much glory to the brave fighters who win them.  Dealing with chronic depression is not one of them.

So, the next time the old Black Dog has you gripped tightly in his gigantic slobbering maw and you manage to make it through a day, tell someone.  This is a great time to go to that friend who’s a great listener and report a struggle with a success.  Because if she loves you, and if she’s been there for you through some dark times, she’ll love to hear that you looked defeat in the eye and decided no, not today.

And that, my friends, is a quiet fight, well fought.


to Depression Warrior, as it seems this book is all you need.

I can’t wait to get rid of my bad stickiness and attain happy lucky feeling.


“I think constricting anus 100 times and denting navel 100 times in succession everyday is effective to good-bye depression and take back youth. You can do so at a boring meeting or in a subway. I have known 70-year-old man who has practiced it for 20 years. As a result, he has good complexion and has grown 20 years younger. His eyes sparkle. He is full of vigor, happiness and joy. He has neither complained nor born a grudge under any circumstance. Furthermore, he can make #### three times in succession without drawing out.In addition, he also can have burned a strong beautiful fire within his abdomen. It can burn out the dirty stickiness of his body, release his immaterial fiber or third attention which has been confined to his stickiness. Then, he can shoot out his immaterial fiber or third attention to an object, concentrate on it and attain happy lucky feeling through the success of concentration.If you don’t know concentration which gives you peculiar pleasure, your life looks like a hell.”

“Signs, signs, everywhere is signs…”

…or How to Tell if a Friend is Depressed

We all want to be there for our friends. Being a listening ear and a waterproof shoulder is a good deal of what love is all about. So, how can we tell when a friend needs us the most? How do we know when Depression is getting a stranglehold on our dear ones?

It always seemed to me that, being a lifelong sufferer of Depression, it should be easy for me to see when someone else is suffering. I know my signs and symptoms, so they should be obvious in my friend, right?
Well, when my husband was about halfway through his PhD work, I discovered it’s not necessarily so clear. Here was someone who was always optimistic, usually happy or at least content, and, if struck by sadness or a bad bit of luck, able to bounce back quickly and not be too bruised or cynical as a result. However, by the time I realized he was depressed he’d been suffering for quite a while. How did that happen?

Depression is an invisible illness. It’s also stigmatized and frowned upon by society, despite studies that show that the majority of adults suffer from depression at some point in their lives. It’s a misunderstood illness that can be seen as an excuse for lack of motivation and productivity, for laziness. No wonder many people would rather hide their suffering than let it be known that they are depressed.

So here’re a few signs that might suggest a loved one is suffering from Depression:
Social withdrawal – s/he wants to go out less and less;
Dramatic increase or decrease in appetite;
Oversleeping or insomnia;
Seeming distracted or distant.

However, all of these symptoms are possible to hide, and Depression frequently makes one want to withdraw emotionally and physically from the company of others. If one needs to be alone for hours because s/he is trying to write a PhD thesis, isolation is actually required.

So, then, the best way to tell if a friend is depressed?


Ask “Are you okay?” not as the daily throw-away question, but as a concerned friend. And then be prepared to listen to the response you get.

Finally, dear Readers, lest you think I’ve strayed the topic of this blog, here’s your coping mechanism du jour: When asked by a loved one if you are okay, give them an honest answer. Admitting you’re depressed can be very difficult, but just letting someone know you’re in pain can be quite liberating.