When I first started writing this particular blog (I actually had a blog before this one, but it was very random and unfocused.), all I wanted to do was share my own personal experience of living with depression. I suppose there was a part of me as well that hoped doing so would offer a… Read More


I can’t say I was a huge fan of it, but occasionally in my younger days I would watch the Canadian sketch comedy show The Kids in the Hall. One of the funnier skits I ever saw on there involved Kevin McDonald trying to unsuccessfully eat a chicken kabob. After nearly choking on one, McDonald… Read More


I’ve taken an unexpected interest in instrumental music lately. I’m thinking this stems largely from the fact that I like to hear instrumental solos, which no one seems to take anymore in rock and pop music. Aside from that, though, I believe it has something to do with the concept of finding a voice and… Read More


Occurrences of depression in today’s society have increasingly been met with more and more understanding from the public in general. That’s my impression, at least. What was once regarded as an abnormality now seems to be treated as a fairly universal occurrence. In fact, it almost seems normal.… Read More


I’ve been struck with a nasty bout of writer’s block this week, so I apologize for not posting as much content. Because I want this blog to be a service and not just my personal sounding board, I sometimes go looking for news articles or interviews featuring different perspectives on depression. I found this very… Read More


I don’t know anything about college football, and I don’t know anything about Tyler Hilinski, save for one very important detail.… Read More


Even though the only real writing I do these days is for this blog, I still consider myself a writer, and I often wrestle with exactly what a writer’s responsibility is. I mean, it seems sometimes as if writers are supposed to have words prepared for every occasion, whether they are the right words or… Read More


I jammed the ring finger on my right hand playing basketball when I was in the 7th or 8th grade. I remember it hurt at the time, but being young and invincible I didn’t think too much about. I didn’t even try to pop it out.… Read More


I have a great fear in my heart that rock ‘n’ roll as I once knew it is dead. I hope I’m wrong about that, but I find myself growing more and more irritated these days as I try to listen to modern music. This could just be a natural progression of growing older, when… Read More