Comments on: From Becca http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/ A blog about mental health Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:55:48 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: John http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/comment-page-1/#comment-4206 John Sat, 03 Jan 2009 10:08:48 +0000 http://trouble.pwblogs.com/2008/12/26/from-becca/#comment-4206 Actually, while quite suicidal during the holidays, I'm actually more homicidal. I work retail. ;] Actually, while quite suicidal during the holidays, I’m actually more homicidal. I work retail. ;]

]]> By: kath griffin http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/comment-page-1/#comment-4205 kath griffin Tue, 30 Dec 2008 12:31:29 +0000 http://trouble.pwblogs.com/2008/12/26/from-becca/#comment-4205 I feel a little better now that Christmas is over too. I feel a little better now that Christmas is over too.

]]> By: David http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/comment-page-1/#comment-4204 David Mon, 29 Dec 2008 18:24:59 +0000 http://trouble.pwblogs.com/2008/12/26/from-becca/#comment-4204 Becca, I'll admit I was surprised at those results. I've had some REALLY bad times around the holidays. Anyway, to follow on Darren's Dorothy Parker offering, here are two song lyrics I use almost as mantras to help me get by. Sweet Old World by Lucinda Williams See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips A sweet and tender kiss The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring Someone calling your name Somebody so warm cradled in your arm Didn't you think you were worth anything See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world Millions of us in love, promises made good Your own flesh and blood Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes The beat, the rhythm, the blues The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one Didn't you think anyone loved you See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world Road by Nick Drake You can say the sun is shining if you really want to I can see the moon and it seems so clear You can take a road that takes you to the stars now I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through Of course Nick was gone about a year later. ANyway, it helps to have a melody to sing to yourself when things get bad. Cheers, Dave Becca, I’ll admit I was surprised at those results. I’ve had some REALLY bad times around the holidays. Anyway, to follow on Darren’s Dorothy Parker offering, here are two song lyrics I use almost as mantras to help me get by.

Sweet Old World by Lucinda Williams

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone’s ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn’t you think you were worth anything
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your heart’s drum together with another one
Didn’t you think anyone loved you
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

Road by Nick Drake

You can say the sun is shining if you really want to
I can see the moon and it seems so clear
You can take a road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that’ll see me through
I can take a road that’ll see me through

Of course Nick was gone about a year later. ANyway, it helps to have a melody to sing to yourself when things get bad. Cheers, Dave

]]> By: phillygrrl http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/comment-page-1/#comment-4203 phillygrrl Mon, 29 Dec 2008 15:03:28 +0000 http://trouble.pwblogs.com/2008/12/26/from-becca/#comment-4203 Both those things make me feel so much better. Thanks, Liz! Both those things make me feel so much better. Thanks, Liz!

]]> By: scott http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/comment-page-1/#comment-4202 scott Sat, 27 Dec 2008 01:51:24 +0000 http://trouble.pwblogs.com/2008/12/26/from-becca/#comment-4202 Not to quibble with you, but I read this as saying I have no greater reason to commit suicide, but it doesn't say I have no greater reason no to feel bleak! But I have found that now that we are past Christmas I do feel a little better. Not to quibble with you, but I read this as saying I have no greater reason to commit suicide, but it doesn’t say I have no greater reason no to feel bleak!

But I have found that now that we are past Christmas I do feel a little better.

]]> By: Darron R. Birgenheier http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/trouble/2008/12/26/from-becca/comment-page-1/#comment-4201 Darron R. Birgenheier Fri, 26 Dec 2008 23:36:36 +0000 http://trouble.pwblogs.com/2008/12/26/from-becca/#comment-4201 Razors Pain you; Rivers are damp, Acids stain you: Drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; nooses give. Gas smells awful; You might as well live. ---Dorothy R. Parker Razors Pain you;
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you:
Drugs cause cramp.

Guns aren’t lawful;
nooses give.
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

—Dorothy R. Parker

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