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After watching the finale this morning we took ourselves up to the Pop Up Store in Newtown. Lots of cool stuff but I didn’t end up buying anything as all the stuff I’d be interested in was sold out.
That was the last time we’ll see River, wasn’t it?
Watched this morning, still not coping.
A study into whether physical activity alleviates the symptoms of depression has found there is no benefit.
Research published in the British Medical Journal suggests that adding a physical activity intervention to usual care did not reduce symptoms of depression more than usual care alone.
This contrasts with current clinical guidance which recommends exercise to help those suffering from the mental illness, which affects one in six adults in Britain at any one time.I thought this was true and all - fuck yeah, randomised controlled trials!
i’m waiting for the study that proves that yoga at sunrise actually makes depression worse
woww holy poop nearly every counselor and therapist i’ve ever had has recommend exorcise to help my depression.
first suggestion my doctor made. you’re technically obese, why not exercise, it will help with depression too? i’m like… yall really have never had depression huh?
Legit conversation I’ve had:
Therapist: “You’d be happier if you exercised more.”
Me: “I have asthma and no free time. How will that help?”
Therapist: “Well, you’d be happier if you lost weight.”
I’ve been exercising regularly for 2 years now with no decrease in my depression symptoms and continued up and down weight. I started exercising because my job is physically demanding, but I swear, I feel mentally worse leaving the gym.
My brother would actually bully me for not excercising, saying I was depressed but by not taking care of myself (dieting, excercising) I was making *his* depression worse, and threatening to get violent. I don’t plan on seeing him again, but I’m glad to have this under my belt in case something similar ever comes up.
When I was depressed I’d go walking to get out of the house and spent large proportions of the time crying.
I mean. I’m glad I actually emerged in daylight. I’m glad I started exercising because I, personally, prefer not having that extra weight anymore. But I don’t know that doing an activity that didn’t engage my brain in any distraction and allowed me to dwell on negative thoughts actually helped my depression.
(on reflection something like a group class - where you have to engage your brain for changing moves and the like - might have been better but schedules are fucking hard to keep when you’re in the midst of that shit. And I was unemployed so I didn’t have the money).
(via silverilly)
Costume designed by Dorothy Jeakings and Charles Lemaire for Barbara Stanwyck in Titanic (1953).
From the Bibliotheque du Film
That lace.
