Courage, My Love…
Human in Recovery, being the wicked-cool bloggess she is, started the Courageous Confessionals Blog Award. It’s an effort to recognize someone who is “on a personal journey of healing, wholeness, and community through sharing your stories of experience, strength, and hope”. That fine lady nominated me, and though there is no obligation, I will pass this baby around.
Yellow represents wisdom and inspiration, according to colour theory.
In short, I kind of went crazy not so long ago. The Dark was always a part of my life, but it completely took over just after my wedding. I watched my life and self disintegrate, too paralyzed by depression to stop it…or care. Now, in recovery, I’m spreading my tale of ordinary madness all over the webiverse, because…well…it feels good. Frankly, I’m a little surprised that people deliberately read my posts. Like, on purpose. Not just because they googled “elephant taking poop”.
See? Three times, even.
I digress. This is me, accepting this award, not because I feel courageous (hypomanic, maybe. Or just less terrified than usual?), but because I like flowers, awards, Human in Recovery, and want to nominate other courageous bloggolites.
My Nominees:
Depression Comix a.k.a. Clay, draws the most poignant, accurate, “OMG that’s SO true!” web comics this side of crazy. He manages to be simultaneously funny and terribly sad. Careful, there may be triggers. Also, if you’ve never been depressed, or been close to a human with depression, it won’t be your thang.
Disorderly Chickadee is hella smart and brutally honest with her journey through bipolar disorder, meds, body image, photography, and PhD pursuits. This post is an eloquent insight into the brain of someone dealing with depression and more. It’s never just about the pie.
Then there’s Meizac. I happen to know her personally, and she is one fine human being. She’s been through it, and then some. Rising out of the murk of separation and fighting for the life she deserves, and her kids deserve, every damned day.
Lastly, but not leastly, Deep Fried Balls makes no qualms about what she’d like to do with her cheating ex-husband’s nether regions (hence the name). She is standing tall as she navigates a life after infidelity, and The Dark that can follow. Pick a post, any post.
There you have it. Rock on with your bad selves.
The Ringmistress,
Courage, mon amour.
Ton Le Clown
Le Clown,
You sir, received a nomination along with thine consort. Courageous both ye be.
Curtsey,
Kina
Congrats. You are courageous, indeed.
Says the lady fighting so hard… xo
I lied. They’re not in bed, but they’re heavily involved in removing every kernel of corn from their corn on the cob dinner (yup, that’s all I’m feeding them tonight).
Thank you for this, The Ringmistress. I don’t know that I’m rising out of the murk of anything. I feel I’m still very deeply implanted in the murk. There might be another blog post coming on. I don’t know, I don’t know.
You, though, are one of the most courageous people I know and the fact that you consider me courageous gives me just that much more of a boost. Thank you for that.
Are you effing kidding me? YOU ARE SO BRAVE! Ok, I’m not going to make this into some squealing “no, YOU are!” festival of flattery…but seriously. You are brave. Courage is being afraid and doing it anyway, right? That’s what you do. It is. So there.
Okay. I’ll take it. There might be a pretty heavy blog post coming soon. Just have to work up the courage specific to that.
Bated breath…
Congrats!
xo
Huzzah! And “giggle” to elephants taking poops.
Poop is almost always funny.
Wow, someone did a *terrible* job of spelling “lullabies” . . . .
Congrats!
Good thing google is smarter than some of us.
Shucks, yo! Courageous? I sure don’t feel that way most days. Mostly just determined to keep going, hurt no one, and not screw up too badly.
But I’m tickled to be nominated, and of course, will accept (when I get a chance to write an acceptance post, that is! Currently on the road again…)
Oddly enough, much of my dissertation writing style was “confessional”. Yes, it’s a formal term for a style of writing about ethnographic work, and it takes some cojones to do it.
It took me a second to know what “co jones” were, but I worked it out.
It ain’t easy to write this stuff down, for all the world to see. But you do.
Congratulations! Your honesty is beautiful and much needed. Thanks for sharing.
I humbly appreciate your words. And humble is not my usual thing. Thank you.
You definitely deserve this award–and more, much more! Your bravery and honesty in detailing yourselves make me always anxious to read your posts. And you look so good in yellow!
I’m always braver when I’m hiding behind a computer. The online world is like liquor for geeks…gives us courage.
I am just tickled that you like to read what I done wrote. You are nice and cool.
Thank you very much for this nomination. I probably don’t deserve this award because it’s a comic rather than a brave confessional like the others nominated here. It’s an honor nonetheless. Thank you.
Your comix are confessions, in my opinion. Some of the bravest stuff I’ve ever seen.
Clay,
As the originator and founder of said award, I grant anyone who has received it the authority to determine eligibility on those whom they consider worthy. The Ringmistress has spoken. Ya ain’t gettin outta it. Just accept it, yeah?
Kina
In case you’re interested, I nominated you for the Seven Things About Me Award: http://themirthofdespair.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/seven-things-about-me-award/
Mwuah! You got it because you are a courageous soul. Thanks for passing it along.
Reblogged this on Courageous Confessionals and commented:
The first “acceptance & pay it forward” post. Please read it and visit the other courageous folk named.
It’s a lovely award and you deserve it. -hugs-
You are lovely, and I thank you. -returns hug-
Oh, you are funny. I read your comment on Speaker 7s latest post and laughed, so I had to come see your site. Good stuff. Funny how people with depression can also be humorous. Well, some people tell me I am. I have to check back on your blog soon. Well done. You got flowers you can’t even kill. I am jealous. :)
They are persistent, those virtual flowers. You know, there’s got to be a link between funny and sad. So many creative, hilarious people I know have to go a few rounds with depression from time to time (or more often).