tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047851263822187233.post2042855352735490274..comments2023-10-15T15:55:23.839+01:00Comments on Not Just Hiding: Medusa Is Alive And Well, Apparently Living In HammersmithMiss Vertigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07864666252322761593noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047851263822187233.post-63603054013666289752015-02-26T07:51:56.747+00:002015-02-26T07:51:56.747+00:00I don't personally share your struggle but I k...I don't personally share your struggle but I know there's light at the end of the tunnel. I've had two friends who share the same struggle. Keep the faith and i will send prayers and good vibes your wayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047851263822187233.post-62887083268942914182013-01-23T20:25:31.182+00:002013-01-23T20:25:31.182+00:00just stopping by to say heyjust stopping by to say heyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047851263822187233.post-48751195387983391302007-08-20T15:44:00.000+01:002007-08-20T15:44:00.000+01:00Hello, dear,I'm a stranger who found your blog on ...Hello, dear,<BR/><BR/>I'm a stranger who found your blog on someone else's blog (and I think I've commented once or twice before). I come by every few days, because I appreciate your truthfulness.<BR/><BR/>Back when I was in my twenties and suffering from life threatening depression (very much under control now), I decided I was the world's best faker, and what I was faking was mental health. Lots of people who were less depressed than I was lost their jobs, dropped out of school, lost all their friends, screwed up their relationships, and ended up hospitalized. I flattered myself at the time that none of that had happened to me (though now I realize that I did screw up my relationship, though I managed to keep my job and most of my friends).<BR/><BR/>Me, I kept going to work almost every day, taking no more than the allotted number of sick days (which in the US is pathetically low), flattering myself that I was faking health very well. But let me tell you something - I resented every second of it. I wanted to just have the luxury to be <I>sick</I>, to admit what was wrong. But I couldn't afford to lose my job, and I was raised to believe that if you have a job, you keep it, and I had too much pride to ask my employer if I couldn't make some arrangement. It was a small, family-run company, and at the time they were flexible enough that it just might have worked. But I just couldn't admit that I was crazy.<BR/><BR/>This was more than a decade ago, and it still brings tears to my eyes.<BR/><BR/>So maybe bohémienne is onto something. (Gotta love a girl who knows where the <I>accent aigu</I> goes, too.) Maybe the people with shells of steel envy <I>you</I> because you don't have to pretend.<BR/><BR/>Maybe the goal is a middle ground, somewhere between lump of quivering jelly and shell of steel. Maybe a kind of hinged shell that exposes your soft parts once in a while? (Forgive the bad analogy, but perhaps it gets the point across.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047851263822187233.post-15734290738848699282007-08-16T23:52:00.000+01:002007-08-16T23:52:00.000+01:00Have you ever wondered whether those people who ap...Have you ever wondered whether those people who appear to have accepted and just gone on with their lives might feel as screwed up inside as you do? I suspect that you give a pretty good impression of getting by as well. <BR/><BR/>Definitely not worthless. I, too, appreciate your honesty. It makes you stand out, and shine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5047851263822187233.post-25823594477375756392007-08-16T23:15:00.000+01:002007-08-16T23:15:00.000+01:00That post is not badly-written or worthless.It's h...That post is not badly-written or worthless.<BR/><BR/>It's honest.<BR/><BR/>Brutally honest.<BR/><BR/>And it's not often you get to read something like that on a blog.<BR/><BR/>Thank you.An Unreliable Witnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14793797429064159501noreply@blogger.com