Geralyn Wichers

"Life is a great adventure, or nothing"

What do you do when you are hopeless, in the deepest of slumps. Help is immanent, but it’s not here yet and you can’t bear it any longer? It feels like darn near everything is going the way of the buffalo. That’s extinction, if you haven’t guessed. I feel like a broken record saying this, because …

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This blog has been discontinued due to amoeba brain. Hello Friends, yes it’s been that kind of winter. 🙂 For the few weeks (forever, it seems) I’ve been in survival mode, my brain descending into ever deepening layers of slush, reduced to basic functions such as watching TV and scrounging for salty, fatty snacks. Even …

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“Why are there so many people here?” That was early January in the gym, as I pounded away on the treadmill and grew increasingly annoyed by the chatter around me. Oh yeah, January–resolutions and such. I confess that as I watched two pretty, thin girls do five or six reps on each machine and then …

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The dictionary says that the word ‘slump’ originates from a word meaning ‘to fall into a bog.’  That’s wonderfully accurate.  The kind of slumps I’m thinking of are quicksand-ish things that suck you down and render you, the high-performance machine, into a tire-spinning mess. They’re kind of dangerous if not diagnosed.  So here is how …

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Monday, Robin Williams dies in his San Francisco home, succumbing to severe depression. Tuesday, across the continent, I am in a factory making antidepressants. This isn’t lost on me. I mourn helplessly as I watch the hundreds of thousands of tablets rush by. Iraq: Christians, Yazidis and other innocents are systematically killed under the onslaught …

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I’ve been lazy this week. No, not lazy, maybe desperate. Desperate for a little sanity. So I haven’t kept to my rigid blogging schedule. I haven’t been listening to my audios. I haven’t kept up with the dishes. I didn’t even write a to-do list for the week. What the heck is wrong with me? …

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Well, that may be it. This week may be a failure. And it’s only half way over. The clock flipped over to Wednesday an hour and sixteen minutes ago. Despite vitamin D supplements and adequate levels of sleep and yet another episode of Sherlock on my laptop, I’m in a funk I can’t seem to …

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One of the biggest lies you will ever hear is “Mom, these aren’t my cigarettes. I’m holding them for a friend”–to paraphrase Claude Hamilton. Another is this: no one understands you. Have you ever just known that no one ‘got you’? Have you ever been sure that if people knew the real you, they’d never …

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I spent the week coating antidepressants, ’cause that’s my job. Yesterday, I watched the waterfall of 800,000 tablets rush past, and thought about how messed up this was. In the last two weeks I coated literally millions of antidepressants for North American consumers. Wow. According to Harvard Health contributor, Peter Wehrwein, “The federal government’s health …

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