I can remember being as young as 6 or 7 and telling someone I was depressed. It was a summer camp counselor. Weird experience, Kiddie Kollege, now that I think of it. That was around the time Seed culture really started to overshadow everything and these were long haired hippie FAU students. They were all nice to us, too.
Anyway, he asked me what I was depressed about. I said nothing, I'm just depressed. It'll pass. It always does. Freaked him out a little.
On 2005-12-20 21:07:00, dragonfly wrote:
So for two whole days, sit in a warm place and drink tea and just sit there, maybe wrapped in a blanket. Just sit there
Yeah, I used to do this sort of thing quite a lot as a little kid. Not usually all day. But taking a break to stare at running water while washing something or sneaking off to lay up in the tree and listen, things like that. I think that's what they call meditation or prayer or daydreaming or somethin'. W/e, good stuff anyway.
By the year 2000, we will, I hope, raise our children to believe in human potential, not God.
--Gloria Steinam, women's rights activist