Dateline 5-19-2017

I often joke that I have taken the adage, "Live every day as if it were going to be your last; for one day you're sure to be right," to heart in that I spend most of my days crying as I look back in regret then finish off the day sedating myself to the point where I don't feel or fear my transition out of existence and then go on to point out that it's a horrible piece of advice for those who are suffering from depression.

When I wrote yesterday's post about how I feel a bout of depression coming on I was aware of the passing of Chris Cornell having read the news the night before but they hadn't released the details yet, or at least I didn't read any of the details from the reports that came out while I was asleep.

Though I was shocked when I first saw the article right before going to sleep, to me this was just another sad case of a famous person that I was aware of for a large portion of my life who died way too early. Though I didn't mind his music, there is no way that I could claim that I was a big enough fan for his passing alone to really effect my current mood.

No this latest bout of depression has been building for close to a week. Who knows maybe I tapped into whatever it is that is going on in the collective conscious that pushed him over the edge as I often find that my mood gets darker just prior to this type of event. But then again, my mood swings a lot so I tend to lean more toward nothing but coincidence.

Alright, I was going to continue on and write about the aspect of this incident that did affect my mood, but even just thinking about how I want to word my thoughts is so draining that I don't want to put myself through it at this time, so maybe I'll get to it later.

Talk to you tomorrow,

The Wicker Breaker