The Three Ws are:
- What are you currently reading?
- What did you recently finish reading?
- What do you think you’ll read next?
It’s been hard to read the past few months, or write for that matter. Though I’ve been doing better as the depression lifts and humor hits me, which is what I think the workers were attempting over at my page, Christopher’s Lounge, when they launched a porta potty with a turkey in it through the roof into the sky, claiming it was to get Thanksgiving Dinner to the astronauts.
Needless to say, I now have a traumatized turkey on my couch refusing to share my TV or even listen to anything I am reading. When instead, he should be in my fridge being tenderized. At least, that is my tradition. I already told the guys not to touch the bacon at all after this fiasco.
I started reading The Keeper Of Night by Kylie Lee Baker, and it is good, with both a deep dive into the mythology of death and a connection to Japan. I am also planning a trip back into the world of Katherine Addison’s The Goblin Emperor while trying to catch up with Jim Butcher, Kim Harrison, and Kory M. Shrum. All of whom I sadly got behind on between work and depression as of late.
For me, my depression starts as worry and hopelessness, which leads to hibernation. And I am lucky with friends and family and coworkers being so understanding and who will get me laughing and joking in the end to help pull me back. And then, the hands will put word to paper for that final release.
My path isn’t necessarily the path for everyone. For some, it is sad movies and junk food. Others might be a walk or just sitting in nature. But also, if you need to reach out, don’t be afraid to. There are tons of organizations out there willing to help if you feel like friends or family might not understand. Though, you might be surprised. And sometimes, sitting down with a good cup of coffee, hot chocolate, or cider, however you like it, and a copy of Chicken Soup For The Soul might help lift you up.
*Looks over at TV.* What the hell is that turkey watching on my TV now? That’s it. No more Mr. Nice Guy; time for some exploding, deep fried turkey videos, you dirty bird. I don’t care how traumatized you are.
*Tips his hat and walks out the door towards the living room.*
(No actual turkeys were harmed in the making of this post)