He's back in the hospital, no huge surprise there. I know I can't fix him, but I wish he'd stop shutting me out. He just surrounds himself in silence and in isolation, and he keeps getting worse. The depression makes it worse, and if all he does is shut himself away, he's never going to be happy.
I've realized how depressing this blog is- not enough self-deprecating humor to make it more uplifting. Maybe I shall experiment with different tones in order to make the pain more entertaining. I promise, it's easier to do when I'm talking to people in public with which I have a passing acquaintance than it is to the net.
I've taken to comforting myself through old tv shows. Right now Buffy and Full House allow me to cope. FH is the comfort food- every problem can be solved in 30 minutes and everything goes back to normal at the end of a show. Buffy on the other hand, is simply a masterpiece in which I can engross myself. All the themes, the texts and metatexts, the gender politics, the metaphors are amazingly rich, deep, and mostly truthful feeling.
Overall, it's less calories than comfort food and more distracting to boot.
Any other stress relieving or comfort-inducing strategies that you rely on that won't make me gain 30 pounds or land me in jail?
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