bossy is best

Aw!! I was rather hesitant about writing to Bossy, because she usually gives “no-holds-bared” responses that is “the sort of advice friends and relatives are too polite to give”. I was a bit worried I’d end up on “Fruitcake Friday” so in a way, I was, in a way, glad when her response to my email didn’t show up on those days.

Even her profile photo make her look kinda scary!

But then, when she did respond, she was really nice to me!!!

So were (most) of the commenters.  I had the urge to reply back to every single one, because they took the time to write to me, but there are over 100!! So I might write straight to Bossy with an update and thank everyone in that.

It’s amazing how nice I felt reading about not being the only one who’s gone through periods like this. Intellectually, I know I’m not that special, duh, but sometimes when you’re in the depths of a Doona Day, the intellectual part is so battered by the traumatized emo part that it retreats to higher ground, and it feels like it’s just you on the plain.

(Where did that wanky analogy come from? Shite, I need to get out more.)

I’ve emailed the link to the post to my psychologist so that I can talk about Bossy’s suggestions in more detail at my session tomorrow.

M read the post too, and we chatted about it over the weekend.  I wrote to her a while ago, the day after M and I were both in tears, and the situation has definitely calmed down since then, so that was probably a good thing — we were able to talk about it in a really rational way.

I’m really glad that I wrote to her, and started writing things in this blog.  It’s great to get things off my chest and as well as get feedback from an objective viewpoint.  Thank you Bossy, and Bossy Bloggers, I really appreciate your time.

bossy speaks

It’s been a while since I posted.  Work has been busy, life has been busy, and I just generally have been trying to avoid thinking and talking about being depressed (my BFF calls it “cessing”, as in just sitting there in the cess pool of one’s mental crap not achieving anything), which is what I started this blog for.

Therapy’s been happening on and off, although for financial reasons it hasn’t been as regular as it should be. I’ve scribbled some points in my bedside notebook about a few therapy experiences and I’ll get around to posting them eventually.

However, I had an impetus to post today… because Bossy answered my question this morning.

I wrote to news.com.au’s “agony aunt” (essentially) months ago, and she finally got around to answering my quandary about feeling guilty for making my boyfriend deal with all the shit that’s involved with my depression. It’s long winded, so I won’t re-hash it; anyone who cares can read it themselves.

Bossy’s answer was, however, really amazing. She’s usually a bit snarky but she offered some great advice about “Changing my Narrative”.  I’m going to print her post and all the comments from her readers to digest at home tonight, but just wanted to mention that to check in here and do some dusting.