Living is like eating a bowl of cereal and depression is going to the toilet

The amount of milk must be just right. Too much, and the Alpen is soggy. Too little, and it’s dry in your throat. The key to a good spoon of Alpen is still having the white sugar that lies on top of it, while the bottom is moist from milk. It’s a skill. An Art. You cannot control how the Alpen concedes to the milk or how it tumbles because of your spoon. You cannot really judge correctly how much milk you need to make this “perfect” bowl of Alpen. The thing that is important to realize is that although all of this is true, you have more milk, another bowl, another spoon and you can always eat another bowl of Alpen.

Depression is like taking a shit. You sort of know what you’re in for if you’ve done it before, which if you remember at all, you will remember what going to the toilet is like. They are similiar in the way that you sit on that seat, not knowing exactly what’s coming, but you’ll have some idea if you pay attention to your diet, feelings and stomach. It can be hard, or easy, messy, or clean, it can not be, or it it can be but only after a good 45 minutes dedicated to the toilet seat, at which point I can only imagine you feel frustrated as I once did. The point of this vulgar comparison, is that depression is remarkably similar if you think about it. Your actions, before the time of knowing, is what will determine the result, that goes for both. I’m not saying if you are depressed it’s your fault, but the fault of your actions, which may or may not have been of your conscious mind. Action. Decision. Motion. All three lead to answer, without them there is no life, there is nothing, at least from a humans point of view. Tell me do you think a bird can be depressed? What about a lamb, or a goat, or a cow? What about a Dolphin? Ah, now that one is hard to answer. Dolphins are said to be remarkably intelligent, perhaps the second most intelligent creature on the planet, but do they get depressed? I can tell you at the time of writing this I have no idea, but by the next chapter I’ll know. I’ll give you the answer, or perhaps you’ll look it up yourself before we reach chapter two.


Published by: Kinkymuffin

I've been through a lot, like many others before me, and many more to come. Drug addiction is no joke. It's a war that never ends. I've learned to cope with my addiction by writing truthfully about it. If it can help just one person, then it was worth it.

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