DEPRESSION ~ Starts 2018

A quote, likely from, Jordan Petersen.  He has become important to my learning. Get busy. Get your personal space uncluttered. Be tidy. Know where everything is. Keep notes. She is good at being busy; this is deflection. She looks at the space. "It is ordered chaos," she tells the picture on the easel. She seldom knows exactly where things are, but they are filed. They are packed away. It is not important. They are eternal things; she can't look at it often. She can't call it anything except her remains. Notes. She keeps notes. Well, writing and art are notes. Occupational therapy, she calls it;   that bit of work between the marathon run, measured by her heartbeat; the only clock she trusts. The need for notes has been with her since 27-something.  It was the year of her awakening when life had no meaning without keeping some record.  It created meaning, she might have said, except she didn't think of it that way.  She just started visit

When a woman makes it to CNN, and one has never heard of her, one must, "Go find!" As the lad says. One Story. The main road begins on top of a hill with a set of traffic lights. It slides down, ending in a serpent's tail-curl called, The Point. The speed limit is 40 Km/hr up the narrow road through town until midway up the hill leading to the serpent's head, the traffic lights, to finish the metaphor. To my left, a grey car ascends the hill. To my right, a big old truck edges towards the red traffic lights and hopes it will turn green. It doesn't. The truck stops. I judge the distance and speed of the grey car.  The light changes. The truck releases the brakes. I drove into the truck's lane.  The just moving truck changes gears.  He expects I shall move. We are on the same page, the truck and I. I turn to check the grey car. The driver inexplicably speeds up. The truck is coming closer too fast, but I can't risk jumping in front of the elderly