{"id":2148,"date":"2010-09-01T12:26:56","date_gmt":"2010-09-01T19:26:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2148"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:32:42","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:32:42","slug":"magic-trick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/magic-trick\/","title":{"rendered":"Magic Trick"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Well, I&#8217;m suffering from depression.  I didn&#8217;t want to admit it at first.  I thought: I&#8217;m not depressed, I&#8217;m just grieving.  But I can&#8217;t see the point in denying it anymore.  The grief is it&#8217;s own entity, it&#8217;s like having a third arm or a vestigial tail.  The depression is like an illness.  It makes my bones hurt, it makes my limbs heavy.  I feel like the muscles in my face aren&#8217;t working right.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m not afraid of the depression.  I understand that it will come and go, and that I can take action to help cure it.  It&#8217;s hard for people who see me everyday to understand how I could be depressed and still laugh and joke around.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m cheerfully depressed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I can function, I know there&#8217;s a light at the end of the tunnel (even if I can&#8217;t see it).  Sometimes though, I feel like I&#8217;ve used up so much energy staying straight during the day that once I get home I&#8217;m almost comatose.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I want to get back to normal, but I don&#8217;t know what normal is anymore. Maybe I can just think&#8230;I&#8217;m waiting for my new self to appear. How&#8217;s that sound?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well, I&#8217;m suffering from depression. I didn&#8217;t want to admit it at first. I thought: I&#8217;m not depressed, I&#8217;m just grieving. But I can&#8217;t see the point in denying it anymore. The grief is it&#8217;s own entity, it&#8217;s like having a third arm or a vestigial tail. The depression is like an illness. It makes &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/magic-trick\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Magic Trick&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2148"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2149,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148\/revisions\/2149"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}