This one scared me a little. I have never been able to grasp depression and its effects. Sad but vivid writing and I have a new appreciation/understanding of depression because of your ability.
I also am astounded by the profound statement “have to pay to be allowed to live”. I have never heard this or thought of it like that.
The tragedy is the % of people who can no longer afford it is growing quickly.
Between AI, Globalization, capitalism, global warming and political bribery it feels dire.
Where did we sign up to work like slaves until we die.
This is an interesting view. Whenever I reread this essay (and when I was writing it), I feel warm and soft. But now that I reflect on it, I realise it is because the quality of my Grandma is very strong for me, and so it speaks directly to my perception. I just reread the essay again, keeping your comment in mind, and I can see how it might appear scary, cold, and rough—I've never seen it this way before. Yet, it's pretty obvious that not everyone will feel the warmth of my Grandma through it, nor my personal joy of having come to terms with my past and present. :) So, thank you for showing me the other perspective!
Regarding the necessity to pay to be allowed to live, it struck me first when I learned about universal basic income. I realized that the fact it hasn't always been this way means we have gotten some important things fundamentally wrong. I often think of those who cannot afford to feed themselves or their children, who struggle to have their most basic needs met. They truly cannot afford to live, to keep powering their bodies and minds. It is a very brutal reality, one I genuinely hope will be addressed as technology advances and the need for financial support becomes more urgent and increasingly harder to ignore.
First of all, the beginning when you are in your Grandma’s house memory, it is soft and beautiful, warm and safe with all good things.
I forgot that part after we move to your house which is terribly sad and scary in describing your depression and how you subconsciously bury your memories. You paint a vivid dark picture which feels real and gives some insight into what must be paralyzing at times, and ten times worse than the loneliness we feel from time to time which is painful in itself.
I have always felt depression must be a hopeless feeling and your writing helped me feel that a bit.
Depression; to be avoided at all costs. It seems it could bring on some level of insanity.
As for UBI, it has been portrayed as our only hope to provide for each of us the base of Maslow’s pyramid with the basic hierarchy of needs met. E.G. food, shelter, health and safety.
We obviously have the resources globally to meet these basic needs but until we do we will have suffering on a massive and growing scale.
We also must come together somehow and stop promoting and supporting the war profit machine. Though shalt not kill is a basic requirement somehow.
Depression is certainly a mind-altering experience. The way you perceive yourself, others, the world at large, and life when depressed starkly differs from how a healthy brain perceives them. Avoiding it at all costs is absolutely necessary—a sentiment I wish governments and organisations shaping our societies and culture would consider more seriously.
I believe mental and spiritual health are at the core of all issues we see in the world; after all, our actions are just expressions of our mental and spiritual states. When I asked myself what role I could play in contributing to a more peaceful, equal, and just world, I concluded it was through writing. Doing this, I hope to help people reconnect with themselves. My biggest wish for the world is that it finds its way home before that home is destroyed.
I agree wholeheartedly with your diagnosis and I love your attempts to do something to help ease some suffering.
My work so far on my path to finding my purpose consists of engaging as many people as possible that I come into contact with or am passing by.
I frequently look for something to comment on such as a baseball team or college on a tee shirt or hat. I am usually surprised by the almost universally positive reactions.
This tells me that people are craving interaction. It’s hard to be mean face to face.
I appreciate you and your writing so much. Keep going you will make a difference in people’s lives.
So glad to “know” you and I would love to meet you one day!!! That would be something to write about
It’s wonderful you put effort in connecting with people this way! And yes, people are craving interaction but so many feel too scared to go and reach for it. Offering it to them, as you do, can often be a greatest gift of all.
I’m so happy that this work of yours prompted you to email me and we’ve began talking, and yes — I’m glad to „know” you too! :) who knows, perhaps we will meet one day!
This one scared me a little. I have never been able to grasp depression and its effects. Sad but vivid writing and I have a new appreciation/understanding of depression because of your ability.
I also am astounded by the profound statement “have to pay to be allowed to live”. I have never heard this or thought of it like that.
The tragedy is the % of people who can no longer afford it is growing quickly.
Between AI, Globalization, capitalism, global warming and political bribery it feels dire.
Where did we sign up to work like slaves until we die.
This is an interesting view. Whenever I reread this essay (and when I was writing it), I feel warm and soft. But now that I reflect on it, I realise it is because the quality of my Grandma is very strong for me, and so it speaks directly to my perception. I just reread the essay again, keeping your comment in mind, and I can see how it might appear scary, cold, and rough—I've never seen it this way before. Yet, it's pretty obvious that not everyone will feel the warmth of my Grandma through it, nor my personal joy of having come to terms with my past and present. :) So, thank you for showing me the other perspective!
Regarding the necessity to pay to be allowed to live, it struck me first when I learned about universal basic income. I realized that the fact it hasn't always been this way means we have gotten some important things fundamentally wrong. I often think of those who cannot afford to feed themselves or their children, who struggle to have their most basic needs met. They truly cannot afford to live, to keep powering their bodies and minds. It is a very brutal reality, one I genuinely hope will be addressed as technology advances and the need for financial support becomes more urgent and increasingly harder to ignore.
First of all, the beginning when you are in your Grandma’s house memory, it is soft and beautiful, warm and safe with all good things.
I forgot that part after we move to your house which is terribly sad and scary in describing your depression and how you subconsciously bury your memories. You paint a vivid dark picture which feels real and gives some insight into what must be paralyzing at times, and ten times worse than the loneliness we feel from time to time which is painful in itself.
I have always felt depression must be a hopeless feeling and your writing helped me feel that a bit.
Depression; to be avoided at all costs. It seems it could bring on some level of insanity.
As for UBI, it has been portrayed as our only hope to provide for each of us the base of Maslow’s pyramid with the basic hierarchy of needs met. E.G. food, shelter, health and safety.
We obviously have the resources globally to meet these basic needs but until we do we will have suffering on a massive and growing scale.
We also must come together somehow and stop promoting and supporting the war profit machine. Though shalt not kill is a basic requirement somehow.
Glad I’m not in charge though.
Depression is certainly a mind-altering experience. The way you perceive yourself, others, the world at large, and life when depressed starkly differs from how a healthy brain perceives them. Avoiding it at all costs is absolutely necessary—a sentiment I wish governments and organisations shaping our societies and culture would consider more seriously.
I believe mental and spiritual health are at the core of all issues we see in the world; after all, our actions are just expressions of our mental and spiritual states. When I asked myself what role I could play in contributing to a more peaceful, equal, and just world, I concluded it was through writing. Doing this, I hope to help people reconnect with themselves. My biggest wish for the world is that it finds its way home before that home is destroyed.
I agree wholeheartedly with your diagnosis and I love your attempts to do something to help ease some suffering.
My work so far on my path to finding my purpose consists of engaging as many people as possible that I come into contact with or am passing by.
I frequently look for something to comment on such as a baseball team or college on a tee shirt or hat. I am usually surprised by the almost universally positive reactions.
This tells me that people are craving interaction. It’s hard to be mean face to face.
I appreciate you and your writing so much. Keep going you will make a difference in people’s lives.
So glad to “know” you and I would love to meet you one day!!! That would be something to write about
It’s wonderful you put effort in connecting with people this way! And yes, people are craving interaction but so many feel too scared to go and reach for it. Offering it to them, as you do, can often be a greatest gift of all.
I’m so happy that this work of yours prompted you to email me and we’ve began talking, and yes — I’m glad to „know” you too! :) who knows, perhaps we will meet one day!