Arrrgghhh!!! I really need to keep on top of this awesome book. A ridiculous amount of time has gone by since I dived into it (nearly 6 months) and the next chapter is very succinct because it deals with what was and is effectively at the core of my (and that of many others) self-esteem issues – FEAR.
Those of us who have gone through any sort of mental health issues, whether minor or major, is bound to have come up against a well-meaning friend or two who will warn us off of the “happy pills”. As with any other anti-science movement, they will recount numerous anecdotal horror stories and list some of the (admittedly concerning) side effects that some people feel when on them. Inevitably, these people wish to demonise anti-depressants and offer alternative suggestions.
I’m sure you have all heard by now of the man who compiled a spreadsheet of his wife’s excuses for persistently rejecting his sexual advances. While the world universally condemns yet another mere male for thinking only with his penis, I want to give an alternative view and share my own personal experience of sexless relationships. While what he did was very unhelpful, I’m not beyond believing that he did it driven to despair. I chose the opposite and ended up hurting myself emotionally. (more…)
It’s that time of year again. For recent arrivals, and as a reminder for my regulars, this is a project I started a couple of year ago. Basically, every year around mid July, I write a letter to myself to be read the following year. At the same time, I read the letter I wrote myself last year and compile a response. If you feel the need to read previous entries, they are here:
I’m not typically one to get overly sentimental about places unless I have particularly strong memories or emotions associated with it. December made me realise that I can and do fall in love with places, especially when memories cover many years and both wonderful and bad memories. My recent holiday with Mirror Image actually brought me very close to the place mentioned in that article – it is about 40 miles away from the holiday home my family used to own and so naturally, we headed that way. (more…)
Mental illness, even in a mild(er) form like self-esteem, is never fully beaten. I discovered that this week on the last day of my holiday with my girlfriend. We had a really good time, spent some much needed time together and hopefully paved the way for further development. Yet the final few days, I had a creeping feeling that all was not right – and I had no basis for believing it. (more…)
So I am back from my first holiday away with Mirror Image. This was a big step for both of us. For her, it was a first ever holiday with a boyfriend; for me it was my first holiday with a woman other than my ex-wife. The last time I went away with a woman, it was a swansong – a kind of goodbye. But this, this was a hello – the first test of a new relationship. (more…)