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		<title>By: uberVU - social comments</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 14:17:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: annmarie</title>
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		<dc:creator>annmarie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 10:56:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i find the faster i get into a great cry the better i feel and some how stronger. my sister died this march. i barely cried. you just don&#039;t have time to cry, its all business and holding on and getting rid of shit.  i cried 2 weeks later while watching a u-tube video. when i need to, i call that video up and cry all over again. oh, its good to be italian:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i find the faster i get into a great cry the better i feel and some how stronger. my sister died this march. i barely cried. you just don't have time to cry, its all business and holding on and getting rid of shit.  i cried 2 weeks later while watching a u-tube video. when i need to, i call that video up and cry all over again. oh, its good to be italian:)</p>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m severely, chronically, clinically depressed. I take meds and go to talk therapy and things are getting slightly better as I learn to change my thoughts - and the bottom line is, depression sucks. It&#039;s real, it&#039;s horrible, and it bites.

But I no longer believe it&#039;s forever. I have hope again because I *have* seen a difference since I started seeing this therapist. And I guess that&#039;s the part that I really want to share - having suffered, more or less, from depression on and off for the last 25  years, I can tell you that what makes the difference is finding the right therapist. Not the right one for me, or for  your best friend, but for you.

I&#039;ve tried eleven? twelve? over the years. Some I knew right away were not a good match for me. I wanted so badly to believe in another that I stuck with her for two years even though nothing was changing. Now that I&#039;ve found one that really and truly *isn&#039;t interested in my story*, things are getting better. Did you get that part?

She&#039;ll listen - for awhile - if I really feel I need her to - but my story is just that - story. I&#039;ve rehearsed it to myself and everybody else for years. And years. And years. I&#039;m really really good at telling it. And at reinforcing all those depressed, sorry-for-myself feelings when I do. Which is not to say that my story isn&#039;t horrid - it is - or that the feelings aren&#039;t valid - they are. But as you said so well in your post, it&#039;s just time to get over it. Unless, of course, I want to spend the rest of my life trapped in that awful time, putting myself through that pain over and over again...

And this therapist helps me change the thoughts that control the feelings. I&#039;m beginning to be able to do it on my own! Yowzer.

Yes, venting is important. Being validated is important. But there comes a time to let it all go, to learn a new dance. To get on with life, to CHOOSE to quit being a victim. And that&#039;s what I&#039;m learning, and that&#039;s my wish for anyone else feeling as I did for so long, that life isn&#039;t worth living.

Btw, even depressed people get giggles over silly things from time to time - I got a laugh over your #2 &quot;...and ball your eyes out.&quot; I&#039;m thinking maybe you meant to type &quot;bawl&quot; your eyes out, cause the other way might be more fun, but gives me visions (sorry) of couples in bed together, screwing until their eyeballs pop out of the sockets... 

lol</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I'm severely, chronically, clinically depressed. I take meds and go to talk therapy and things are getting slightly better as I learn to change my thoughts - and the bottom line is, depression sucks. It's real, it's horrible, and it bites.</p>
<p>But I no longer believe it's forever. I have hope again because I <strong>have</strong> seen a difference since I started seeing this therapist. And I guess that's the part that I really want to share - having suffered, more or less, from depression on and off for the last 25  years, I can tell you that what makes the difference is finding the right therapist. Not the right one for me, or for  your best friend, but for you.</p>
<p>I've tried eleven? twelve? over the years. Some I knew right away were not a good match for me. I wanted so badly to believe in another that I stuck with her for two years even though nothing was changing. Now that I've found one that really and truly <strong>isn't interested in my story</strong>, things are getting better. Did you get that part?</p>
<p>She'll listen - for awhile - if I really feel I need her to - but my story is just that - story. I've rehearsed it to myself and everybody else for years. And years. And years. I'm really really good at telling it. And at reinforcing all those depressed, sorry-for-myself feelings when I do. Which is not to say that my story isn't horrid - it is - or that the feelings aren't valid - they are. But as you said so well in your post, it's just time to get over it. Unless, of course, I want to spend the rest of my life trapped in that awful time, putting myself through that pain over and over again...</p>
<p>And this therapist helps me change the thoughts that control the feelings. I'm beginning to be able to do it on my own! Yowzer.</p>
<p>Yes, venting is important. Being validated is important. But there comes a time to let it all go, to learn a new dance. To get on with life, to CHOOSE to quit being a victim. And that's what I'm learning, and that's my wish for anyone else feeling as I did for so long, that life isn't worth living.</p>
<p>Btw, even depressed people get giggles over silly things from time to time - I got a laugh over your #2 "...and ball your eyes out." I'm thinking maybe you meant to type "bawl" your eyes out, cause the other way might be more fun, but gives me visions (sorry) of couples in bed together, screwing until their eyeballs pop out of the sockets... </p>
<p>lol</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:45:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a friend.  Of course, I have more than one friend, but this particular friend was different.  Her and I don&#039;t talk any more, and it&#039;s mainly because of this reason.  When I lived on my own, in my apartment, my Opa (Grandfather) was going through severe alzheimer&#039;s disease.  I spent a lot of time with him, and he was my closest family member.  He was my best friend.  While going through this horrible disease, I&#039;d find days when I&#039;d come home from work, and did not want to do anything.  I would cry, or I would just lay in bed.  This friend of mine, however, always tried to push me to be happy.  She had lost her Grandfather, which I was there for her at that time, and she always told me &quot;be happy your Grandfather is still alive&quot; and she&#039;d always push me to be happy no matter what.  I do believe, in my heart, this was the downfall of our friendship.  She&#039;d never let me be sad.  I don&#039;t know why, but she just didn&#039;t believe in being depressed for even an hour.  She pushed me constantly to keep smiling.  So, I forced myself to smile.  I don&#039;t know if she had good intentions, because when she was sad, I let her be sad and cry.  I always knew it was good to feel emotion, wether it sad or happy, but I never felt I could show any emotion with her other than fake happiness.  After reading this post, I feel that I&#039;ve long ago made the right decision in moving on from our friendship.  A friend that doesn&#039;t want to allow me to have genuine emotion, happy or sad, was never really a friend at all.  Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a friend.  Of course, I have more than one friend, but this particular friend was different.  Her and I don't talk any more, and it's mainly because of this reason.  When I lived on my own, in my apartment, my Opa (Grandfather) was going through severe alzheimer's disease.  I spent a lot of time with him, and he was my closest family member.  He was my best friend.  While going through this horrible disease, I'd find days when I'd come home from work, and did not want to do anything.  I would cry, or I would just lay in bed.  This friend of mine, however, always tried to push me to be happy.  She had lost her Grandfather, which I was there for her at that time, and she always told me "be happy your Grandfather is still alive" and she'd always push me to be happy no matter what.  I do believe, in my heart, this was the downfall of our friendship.  She'd never let me be sad.  I don't know why, but she just didn't believe in being depressed for even an hour.  She pushed me constantly to keep smiling.  So, I forced myself to smile.  I don't know if she had good intentions, because when she was sad, I let her be sad and cry.  I always knew it was good to feel emotion, wether it sad or happy, but I never felt I could show any emotion with her other than fake happiness.  After reading this post, I feel that I've long ago made the right decision in moving on from our friendship.  A friend that doesn't want to allow me to have genuine emotion, happy or sad, was never really a friend at all.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: The Profound Effects of Sound Effects - fear.less blog</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Profound Effects of Sound Effects - fear.less blog</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 05:14:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] contributor Danielle LaPorte wrote an amazing blog post on how to be depressed (certainly a common partner of fear), and one of the tips involves casting your feelings in an [...] </description>
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		<title>By: Jess</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jess</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 13:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Finding myself in a severe state of melancholy was the best thing that has happened to me this year. Thank you for writing this post. I resisted depression and suppressed it without even realizing what I had done. Experiencing authentic feelings, whether they be happy or sad, means to surrender and let it be what it is.  xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Finding myself in a severe state of melancholy was the best thing that has happened to me this year. Thank you for writing this post. I resisted depression and suppressed it without even realizing what I had done. Experiencing authentic feelings, whether they be happy or sad, means to surrender and let it be what it is.  xoxo</p>
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		<title>By: alligator kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>alligator kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 07:11:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>this is one of my favorite topics, dancing with this for most of my life and now helping others to heal from it too.  I love the speaking of faith show on the topic, which talks about the very word depression, and how it is at best inadequate to describe despair.  It is an excellent show worth checking out.  http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/depression/</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this is one of my favorite topics, dancing with this for most of my life and now helping others to heal from it too.  I love the speaking of faith show on the topic, which talks about the very word depression, and how it is at best inadequate to describe despair.  It is an excellent show worth checking out.  <a href="http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/depression/" rel="nofollow">http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/depression/</a></p>
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		<title>By: Danielle LaPorte</title>
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		<dc:creator>Danielle LaPorte</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 21:51:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mary...sending you light.
Danielle</description>
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Danielle</p>
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		<title>By: Mary Duckworth Destefano</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary Duckworth Destefano</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 20:49:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I enjoy these writings, I suffer from agraphobia, however I have a beautiful little min-pin, &amp; I know everyday she has to be exercised, sometimes I procrastinate, other times I can go out , but only for immediate purposes. Five years ago my husband died at 47, his family came in &amp; demolished our home, stole everything I&#039;ve ever owned, the police wouldn&#039;t help me, I was married 13 yrs &amp; I don&#039;t even have a photo of him. Funny thing was , they ate at my table all those years, borrowed monies, I was part of the family. They even stole the min-pin my husband had bought me. Hurikain died shortly after my husband did, looking for Daddy.My eldest brother took me to the breeders just before the first anniversary of Mario&#039;s death, fearing as i was unable to have children, &amp; I got another new puppy, luckily it is Hurk&#039;s sister. So I bought a home in a &quot;Mobile Home Park&quot; owned by john Holer, owner of Marineland Canada. This place has been here since 1963, (Holer bought it 5yrs ago) being a well established place, 47 families, I paid cash, ($25,000) for a unit. My brother died, mom,dad,best friend &amp; childhood sweetheart.No one left, just me &amp; puppy. To ice it off, Marineland has decided now that they want our homes &amp; have evicted us, claiming he needs the land for storage, offerring &quot;0&quot; compensation, I can&#039;t take much more, I pray for death, but I cannot abandon my puppy. She has picked up my depression, &amp; I feel so torn about that.She lays with me as the tears flow, always content to be with me, even with all my off days.They have put me on a disability, &amp; I feel so incompitent.I won&#039;t even to begin to express my ideology, I can&#039;t hurt my pup, but if she ever goes, i&#039;m going with her. I&#039;m so so so tired.Meds work for a while, but I know there is no pill for a heart as hurt as mine, only my puppy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I enjoy these writings, I suffer from agraphobia, however I have a beautiful little min-pin, &amp; I know everyday she has to be exercised, sometimes I procrastinate, other times I can go out , but only for immediate purposes. Five years ago my husband died at 47, his family came in &amp; demolished our home, stole everything I've ever owned, the police wouldn't help me, I was married 13 yrs &amp; I don't even have a photo of him. Funny thing was , they ate at my table all those years, borrowed monies, I was part of the family. They even stole the min-pin my husband had bought me. Hurikain died shortly after my husband did, looking for Daddy.My eldest brother took me to the breeders just before the first anniversary of Mario's death, fearing as i was unable to have children, &amp; I got another new puppy, luckily it is Hurk's sister. So I bought a home in a "Mobile Home Park" owned by john Holer, owner of Marineland Canada. This place has been here since 1963, (Holer bought it 5yrs ago) being a well established place, 47 families, I paid cash, ($25,000) for a unit. My brother died, mom,dad,best friend &amp; childhood sweetheart.No one left, just me &amp; puppy. To ice it off, Marineland has decided now that they want our homes &amp; have evicted us, claiming he needs the land for storage, offerring "0" compensation, I can't take much more, I pray for death, but I cannot abandon my puppy. She has picked up my depression, &amp; I feel so torn about that.She lays with me as the tears flow, always content to be with me, even with all my off days.They have put me on a disability, &amp; I feel so incompitent.I won't even to begin to express my ideology, I can't hurt my pup, but if she ever goes, i'm going with her. I'm so so so tired.Meds work for a while, but I know there is no pill for a heart as hurt as mine, only my puppy.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy in Ann Arbor</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amy in Ann Arbor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:48:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Bawl,&quot; not &quot;ball.&quot;

;-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"Bawl," not "ball."</p>
<p>;-)</p>
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