<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493417989788247163</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:00:14.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing With My Depression</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lloyd Grobler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07302630487917375656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHdp3T8x-Y/TeUhPjEUJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ocO17GJMcxM/s220/Flikr%2BIcon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493417989788247163.post-292416969560321896</id><published>2011-06-23T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:28:33.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is depression?</title><content type='html'>What is depression?&lt;br /&gt;Depression is a state of mind where none&lt;br /&gt;of the things that used to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;work any more. It is sometimes called&lt;br /&gt;“the blues” or being “down in the dumps.”&lt;br /&gt;Depression is very common after some&lt;br /&gt;of life’s most cruel events, such as death,&lt;br /&gt;divorce—or learning you have kidney&lt;br /&gt;failure. Experts say one of every three or&lt;br /&gt;four dialysis patients is depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Depression is not just a rare day of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hopeless and helpless for a few&lt;br /&gt;weeks is a clue that you might be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping or eating more or less than usual—&lt;br /&gt;or missing dialysis—can also be clues.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that depression can&lt;br /&gt;sometimes be prevented, and can always&lt;br /&gt;be treated.&lt;br /&gt;Why is depression important to me?&lt;br /&gt;Depression can take the joy out of life.&lt;br /&gt;It can steal your energy and make you feel&lt;br /&gt;like there is no hope, or no reason to go on&lt;br /&gt;living. If you are depressed, getting dressed&lt;br /&gt;and out of the house can feel like climbing&lt;br /&gt;a mountain. Being depressed can also make&lt;br /&gt;your health worse.&lt;br /&gt;If you are depressed, it can be hard to&lt;br /&gt;believe that life can get better again—&lt;br /&gt;but it can. Getting help for depression&lt;br /&gt;can give you your life back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493417989788247163-292416969560321896?l=depressionsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/292416969560321896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/292416969560321896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/292416969560321896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-depression.html' title='What is depression?'/><author><name>Lloyd Grobler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07302630487917375656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHdp3T8x-Y/TeUhPjEUJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ocO17GJMcxM/s220/Flikr%2BIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493417989788247163.post-4156668481064060734</id><published>2011-06-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:00:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with depression - Want to sleep my life away.</title><content type='html'>This morning i was felling a bit worse than others again. Maybe it is because I saw something yesterday afternoon which made me feel like shit, because that was the first thing that came into my head when I woke up this morning. I did not feel like getting up and was very tempted to call in a sick day at work. But, I am here. I don't know how I will get through another day with this feeling inside of me. I feel like everybody can see how shit I feel and that they are staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I make them stop, and...... how do I get this feeling to go away??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493417989788247163-4156668481064060734?l=depressionsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4156668481064060734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/dealing-with-depression-want-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/4156668481064060734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/4156668481064060734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/dealing-with-depression-want-to-sleep.html' title='Dealing with depression - Want to sleep my life away.'/><author><name>Lloyd Grobler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07302630487917375656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHdp3T8x-Y/TeUhPjEUJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ocO17GJMcxM/s220/Flikr%2BIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493417989788247163.post-3053791804925787465</id><published>2011-06-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:49:22.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed life - You are not alone</title><content type='html'>I used to think I am the only person with a dark soul. And I am not talking about good and evil. I am talking about being happy and smiling compared to feeling like shit, depressed and lonely. Feeling lonely even though there are hundreds of people walking past you at the super market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I started doing some research and realized that I was not alone. That there are others sharing this feeling I cant explain properly with words. It made me feel a little less weird, a little bit less like a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I sometimes miss having people around me, someone close, even just for a little while.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493417989788247163-3053791804925787465?l=depressionsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3053791804925787465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/depressed-life-you-are-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/3053791804925787465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/3053791804925787465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/depressed-life-you-are-not-alone.html' title='Depressed life - You are not alone'/><author><name>Lloyd Grobler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07302630487917375656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHdp3T8x-Y/TeUhPjEUJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ocO17GJMcxM/s220/Flikr%2BIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493417989788247163.post-7836816705022227086</id><published>2011-06-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:58:51.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness around me</title><content type='html'>It's Monday morning. Another day, another week. Everything seems exactly the same it did a week ago. Well, maybe a little bit more shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am sitting here alone in my office. The lights are all on, but it feels dark and cold in here. There are people around, but i feel alone. I am trying not to loose it here at work. It's difficult and I do not know for how long I will be able to keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493417989788247163-7836816705022227086?l=depressionsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7836816705022227086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/darkness-around-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/7836816705022227086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/7836816705022227086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/darkness-around-me.html' title='Darkness around me'/><author><name>Lloyd Grobler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07302630487917375656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHdp3T8x-Y/TeUhPjEUJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ocO17GJMcxM/s220/Flikr%2BIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493417989788247163.post-9016500589503453597</id><published>2011-06-18T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:57:37.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Darkness my old friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've come to talk with you again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Because a vision softly creeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Still remains....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Within the sound of silence....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Song done originally by Simon and Garfunkel, but the specific version I was thinking about here was the cover done by South African Goth slash whatever you want to call the genre', The Awakening. This one has a darker feel to it. Which, for now suits my mood a lot better. Yep, that's right.... I'm in a bit of a dark place tonight, and actually have been yesterday and the day before that and the week before that. I am the proud owner of a depressed life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; It is starting to haunt me really. I can't concentrate or focus anymore. It feels like this feeling, this darkness inside of me is taking over my life. I need to do something about this, but what and how. I sometimes feel to depressed to even think of a solution for my situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I still have not thought of a perfect plan to "fix" myself up. And for now, I don't think that matters. All that matters is that I tell someone about it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;because I can't take walking around with this burden on my shoulders alone. I don't have any close friends like I used to. I don't have anybody to talk to about how I feel and have no one to ask for guidance or someone to tell me it's going to be OK! But that's ok. I am used to it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am used to being alone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493417989788247163-9016500589503453597?l=depressionsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/9016500589503453597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-darkness-my-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/9016500589503453597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493417989788247163/posts/default/9016500589503453597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionsigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-darkness-my-old-friend.html' title='Hello Darkness my old friend!'/><author><name>Lloyd Grobler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07302630487917375656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHdp3T8x-Y/TeUhPjEUJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ocO17GJMcxM/s220/Flikr%2BIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
