I can’t believe I forgot to nominate Lori Lynne Armstrong for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award for her blog: Not This Song | A storytelling site about dual diagnosis recovery. I’m also reblogging one of her many incredibly well-written and insightful posts. She is a truly gifted writer.
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One of the pieces of advice we often receive about being in a depressed state is to spend time outside. I find it less annoying than most advice because it is sometimes doable for me, even if it’s only relocating my dark cloud to the patio for a little while. The different visual and tactile stimuli are therapeutic, though it might not feel that way at the time. If I can force myself out somewhere it helps minimize the length of a dip or keep a heavy episode from getting worse.
What people don’t realize, though, is how much it hurts. How much beauty hurts when you’re depressed. It hurts because you’re seeing it and yet cut off from it. It hurts because the pleasurable touch of a soft breeze reminds you of how much time you spend away from it. And if you’re lucky, if being outdoors or in…
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