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mental health mondays :: the long hot summer

my mental health summer home
it is that time of year, when the piercing screech of teens at the high school across the street no longer fills my ears as i sit here typing. and not for the first time, this sweet oasis of silence [although, i must admit that there is a truck either filling or drilling a hole in the road directly below me]... this sweet theoretical oasis of silence leads me to think about how much time i have and where i want to direct it on the blog. and, as has happened before, i've decided to give mhm a little vacation.

it will return, as it has before, in early september, unless there's something over the summer that i just have to write about immediately.

i figure that, with a couple more weeks of euro [and man candy], the u.k. imploding, the u.s. election drawing ever closer, and everything else that goes through my mind on a regular basis, i'm going to have plenty to keep me occupied. [oh, and there's also a writing project that needs some attention, related to this post.]

in the meantime, you can always read the mental health mondays archive. there are dozens of posts on various subjects to do with mental health in there. however, if that sounds like a lot of stuff to go through, perhaps you'd like to start with some of my personal favourite posts on the subject:

a list of things you absolutely should say to someone with a mental disorder [which was really a follow-up to my earlier list of things you should never say]

why you [probably] don't have ocd

a rumination about mass murder and pickles

the best place to live if you're crazy

a guide to discontinuing psychiatric medications [if you must]

all about omega-3s

that's probably more than enough to keep you busy for the summer, especially if you plan on coming back to read the other things i'll no doubt be posting.

as always, if you have something you'd like to see covered here, please feel free to comment or drop an email to info[at]fsquaredmedia[dot]net. we live to serve.

p.s. :: go out in the sun! vitamin d is awesome for depression! but wear sunscreen, because skin cancer is terrible for depression.

p.p.s. :: i know i have readers in the southern hemisphere. i'm sorry that i never seem to take you into consideration when i'm writing these posts. i love you all.

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