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“One time when I was camping, I ate mushrooms I found growing in the woods. I got really sick that night but for some reason I survived.”
“At the time I thought they were Amanita muscaria. But [now] I’m pretty sure they were some relative (like deathcaps or destroying angels). ”
“Every now and then I think about those mushrooms, and wonder how come I didn’t die. ”
“Anyhow, the moral is, don’t eat strange mushrooms you find growing wild in the woods when you’re camping.”
“OR – have I actually been depressed for the past 18 months and I’m finally coming out of denial about it?
It’s a thing I worry about.”
“Once again I contemplate the possibility that maybe I’m in denial about being depressed. ”
“Or in other words, I worry that I’m in the midst of another major depressive episode, but lying to myself that I’m not. ”
“If I ignore it, it’ll go away, right?”
“I wish I still liked wine.
I am having the sort of day which could be greatly improved by vast quantities of wine. ”
“Maybe there’s something else I can drink that would have similar day-enhancing results.”
“Ah, new years eve. A time to relax with a glass of wine & cheese, and relfect on the fact that I don’t seem to like wine & cheese anymore.”
“Sometimes I secretly worry that I’ve actually been really depressed for the past year & am just in denial; afraid to name it & give it power.”
“Every now and then I stop and wonder if I’m actually still really depressed & just living in denial about how bleak it all really is.