tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263714761150847268.post7192642909225422001..comments2023-08-14T09:28:04.765-04:00Comments on The Ladies' Guide to Surviving Anypocalypse: The Enemy WithinHJRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15863741925418351253noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263714761150847268.post-26431419407401000952015-02-18T22:13:09.428-05:002015-02-18T22:13:09.428-05:00When I was in college, and going nowhere the first...When I was in college, and going nowhere the first three years (that moment when you realize you hate what you chose for your degree, and just wasted years of time taking the classes), I used to have short bursts of extreme depression. [This seems to be how I am in general - my temperament hits spaceship altitudes for a short period of time and drops, or hits rock bottom and then returns to normal shortly after, like extreme pendulum swinging {I'm going to make that a sport, by the way}.]<br /><br />During this period of time, when depression was coupled with stress or anxiety with the situation of "what am I doing/going to do with my life?" I would put my index and middle finger to my temple, imitating a gun, and bend my thumb like the hammer going down as the gun goes off. I don't know if this helped or if this was just an action I so desired to act out at the apex of my anxiety, but it typically marked the decline of my depression for the time being. Booster Goldhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Booster_Goldnoreply@blogger.com