The change for me was more subtle. Using every morning for 30 minutes did help adjust my internal clock so I was more awake during the work day and grew tired around bedtime.

Let me know how it works for you.

You likened holding things in like having a piece of shrapnel that causes great pain and discomfort until it works its way out. You put that so well.

As a Hypnotherapist, I’ve noticed that clients who have depression and anxiety will usually feel their mind less cluttered after they’ve been able to resolve an issue during a Hypnosis session. It’s not uncommon for even phantom pains to go away. Afterall, it’s our mind that consciously or subconsciously controls are whole bodies.

A lot of the anxiety and depression people face is over issues and past traumatic events that they need to deal with. And like you said, its all trying to work its way out.

Beautiful Article : ) Keep up the wonderful writing!

Sasha Carrion
Certified Hypnotherapist

Isn’t it amazing how anniversaries sneak up on you? You find yourself feeling down and then it dawns on you this was the anniversary of some unpleasant event.

The shorter days don’t help either. The early darkness seems to call the black dog out.

Good for you on getting a counselor. I hope they help you tame your depression!

All is not lost. There is always hope. Keep writing, keep talking to your friend but above all seek professional help. A doctor/counselor can help you sort through all your issues and get you on the road to recovery.

Don’t ever give up.

I’m so glad you found my site and find it helpful. Please feel free to comment as much as you like. I think it’s important to get others’ perspective. Depression is lonely enough - when you can read what someone else has gone through and what’s worked for them, it can help us with our own black dog.

Good luck with your black dog!

I’m a 60 year old male who is in excellent physical health aside from having little problems like difficulty peeing and digesting food. Those problems are relatively easy to live with.

I have a job at a successful family owned business that requires no brains or ability and pays me well. I have it only from sympathy because I am such a bust out.

I have lots of women to go out with although no one to love other then my grown children who I am close to.

There has been a wonderful, beautiful, intelligent lady in my life for decades who I love and loves me with all her heart and soul and watches over me even though she is with another man. Most importantly, she listens to me endlessly agonize to her about this excuse for a life I lead without ever losing patience.

I have withdrawn from everything else except to enjoying only writing because it allows me to escape from the utterly hopeless, helpless, desperate, directionless feeling of emptiness and nowhere to go in this life that I constantly feel.

I am really not a writer but it’s theraputic and free and I have this gamblers dream that I will catch on somewhere even though I cannot even figure out how to put links in my blog.

So, here I sit, alone at 2.30 a.m. in my little apartment, a victim of my own addictions to drugs, gambling, women, and wildness which has caused me to become an alien in my own world. My lifelong desire for action action action has reduced me to mental immobility. I fear I am finished.