tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834395892091327520.post6907983127324747861..comments2023-12-10T08:09:17.786+00:00Comments on Large blooming flower: Transgender and depressionJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027942517258679266noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834395892091327520.post-73876388702948427682010-02-03T14:15:35.000+00:002010-02-03T14:15:35.000+00:00I agree that people who haven't experienced tr...I agree that people who haven't experienced true clinical depression have no idea of how crippling it can be. But then, how can they? It's so much easier to empathise with the inconvenience of a broken leg..<br /><br />Post-natal depression damn near destroyed me, and only now, almost three years later, am I realising how I was a ghost in my own life. <br /><br />So kudos to you for suriving not only depression, but depression with a root that you felt unable to share with anyone, and vastly more complicated by our rigid, and quite frankly stupid ideas about gender.Emma Newmanhttp://www.enewman.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834395892091327520.post-89769486140768400972010-01-28T07:42:06.873+00:002010-01-28T07:42:06.873+00:00I believe it's made me stronger to have come o...I believe it's made me stronger to have come out of it, it's given me a fervent drive to have fun at all costs which has made the whole process of dealing with transgender once I acknowledged it a lot more pleasurable. It's as though instead of interspersing bad stuff with good stuff the bad stuff all came in those decades and all that's left is good stuff.<br /><br /> If it helps, I can put you in the direction of the meditations I usedJennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08027942517258679266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4834395892091327520.post-12905427678594887802010-01-27T09:39:34.915+00:002010-01-27T09:39:34.915+00:00I hear ya, sister. I was in a helluva funk for th...I hear ya, sister. I was in a helluva funk for three months, deeper by the day, until I finally sought out a therapist and a support group. Desperate times, desperate measures. When I feel it coming on now, I try to get out in front of it. I still get depressed, but not like that.Leslie Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15373261212549008939noreply@blogger.com