severely depressed
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127 Hours 2010
A crystalline moment shatters, and the world is a different place. Where there was confinement, now there is release. Recoiling from my sudden liberation, my left arm flings downcanyon, opening my shoulders to the south, and I fall back against the northern wall of the canyon, my mind is surfing on euphoria. As I stare at the wall where not twelve hours ago I etched “RIP OCT 75 ARON APR 03,” a voice shouts in my head:
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127 Hours 2010
this movie reminds me of my dad, avid psycho mountain biker and skier, summers and vacations in southern utah. sweating hippy t-shirts, cheesy sporty sunglasses, smelly baseball hats, dripping camelback bags. beers after escapades. just reminds me of growing up in utah. agony and suffering included. utah is a pit of ignorance and pollution, a gorgeous monstrosity. my strange home state keeps growing on me. one of my favorites ever. it’s a nightmarish nostalgia.
what if these things move?
they’ve been here for millions of years, they’re not going to move.
oh, sure they will! everything’s moving all the time. i just hope not today. -
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One Day in September 1999
endless generations of victims subjected to the echoing violence of meaningless war…we are vultures feasting on our collective misery
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The Hunger Games 2012
I remember being 12, being idealistic, hopeful, optimistic: having a large group of friends, and a feeling of hope for the future. It was quickly wiped away. Undiagnosed severe depression, anxiety, panic attacks. Suicide attempts followed. Eventual bipolar diagnosis.
I entered junior high with the news of my parents separation, the sudden isolation of not having my father, my friends abandoning me for other, cooler kids that shared their religion and politics. I felt completely alone for the first time.…