my life with depression.com

i was just sitting here thinking about something. i was looking at some pictures and these pictures evoked a thought regarding birthmarks/body marks. everyone has them or at the very least, everyone has some mark on their body that they are not too happy about. maybe something that you are self-conscience about. well, i used to have such a mark. i wasn’t too embarrassed, but it certainly hurt my feelings when it would be used against me during a childhood fight.

but now that i think about all the naked bodies that i’ve ever seen - whether it be through … - you know … - or through work (no not that way and yes when seeing patients), i think all that time i was being silly. i’m no different from anyone else. everyone has something on their body that they may be self-conscience about. no body is perfect and it’s a rare person who actually thinks that they are.

even “family” issues. whether it be with your immediate or extended family, no one can escape being related to the relative who is somehow “not mentioned” for reasons that include their not fitting in within society’s norms.

i’m tired. it’s 10:59pm and i woke up at 4am this morning and worked over …. 12 hours today. does this blog make sense? i’m sure i have more thoughts… i hope i remember them tomorrow…. oh. and i’ve just been called a baby leopard - in regards to my “little mark.” that’s the nicest thing i’ve ever heard! i’d mention those cruel childhood names, but i’m too tired to laugh…