I’m adulting today. I’m reading Getting Things Done by David Allan. Today and tomorrow will be my days to set up my new organized life. In the meantime, my brain is still warning me about that one thing I was supposed to do three months ago, so I finally did it today.
I also finished a wonderful YA book, It’s Kind of a Funny Story, by Ned Vizzini. The book is positive and uplifting about mental illness. It made me wish I’d read it before I knew what happened to the author. He jumped from the top of his parents’ apartment building in 2013, at 32 years old. He’d been admitted to the psychiatric ward of a hospital, like the main character, in 2004.
It’s heartbreaking to know someone with this much understanding of depression and how to fight it still lost the battle. The book is uplifting and positive, but fiction is just that: it’s not real. I can write happy endings all day long, but I have to remember reality. Not everyone’s life is happy. No one book can fix something as broken as our society. No one book can substitute the hours of therapy needed to correct wrong thinking (not even Feeling Good by David Burns).
On that note, I’m going to immerse myself in productivity. I hope all the doing will help me forget this feeling of hopelessness.