I just reviewed my 2 previous posts here on The Dispatch, and… damn. I sound so depressing. And I’m still depressed, to be honest.
But let me change the mood somehow with this 60th post of The Dispatch and the 5th edition of Notes to Self! This is the blog segment where I usually quote something relevant from any form of media or from someone I know in real life. In this edition though, I simply want to remind my stupid self…
Continue reading Notes to Self VLet me cut to the chase. As I’m typing this now on mobile, I feel really sad. I don’t want to do anything rash or hurt myself. I’m simply sad.
I did everything to feel less sad today. I woke up early this morning. I ate breakfast and lunch on time. I helped in cleaning and taking out the trash. I updated my journal earlier than usual. I listened to the Foo Fighters’ new album But Here We Are for the nth time. And then I had my nightly walking/jogging at Three Trees. And after all that, the sadness is still there. It was lessened, but it is still there.
Perhaps I need to try harder to lessen the sorrow… or maybe stay in the darkness for a while until I’m ready to bounce back? We’ll see. I just hope I will become well tomorrow or any time this week. I truly hope.
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Header image: Dustin Tramel of Unsplash. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.
I usually start a Minute Warning post with a question: What can I share here in under 10 minutes? Today I’m pretty sure I will write something in less than 10 minutes.
Since last night, I have been staying in the family condominium and I… feel down more than usual? I think the sadness started when I got exhausted after last night’s gig (the younger brothers organized it with a major record label) and I didn’t eat dinner on time. And I think the sadness became worse when I overslept. I mean, I slept 3:30am and I woke up at 2:30pm. An 11-hour sleep… damn.
After waking up so late, I decided to take a long, cold bath, put on my flannel shirt, black slacks and black kicks and go to my favorite cafe and safe space Satchmi. I had a Satchmi BLT and a house blend ice tea while I’m writing on my journal.
After writing, I finally took time to listen to the newly-released Foo Fighters album But Here We Area. And what can I say about the new Foos record? Well, simply put, it’s their most painful album yet. Yes, I know I’m already feeling way down and I shouldn’t listen to music that can possibly amplify the sadness. But thanks to the new Foos album, I was able to process the sadness without making it worse, and the pain becomes somehow bearable. That is one of things I love about the Foos – their music heals my broken heart, mind and soul. Thank you, Foo Fighters, for saving me once again.
And I almost forgot: I’m blogging on mobile once again. I forgot to bring my laptop to the condo.
And time’s up.
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