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  1. 1 + 1 = 2
  2. 2 + 2 = 4
  3. 3 + 4 = 7
  4. 6 + 7 = 13
  5. 19 + 3 = 22
  6. 5 + 3 = 11

Do me a favor & check over my maths please, we’ll come back to this, so remember your 1st impression.

This is a post about many things, arguably everything, but I guess I will make a feeble attempt to relate it to topics this blog has covered in the past (more…)

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Stroke It!

1st stroke is free

2nd stroke requires a donation!


Last chance for Movember donations!

Thanks to all of you, including WoWInsider, for your support and kind wishes for Movember.

Don’t stop sharing just because the Mo’s are going away for another year

Mo’mer and Out!

My MoGnovemberaggedon…

Shave and a Haircut: Movember

Just in case you thought I wasn’t serious

Depression in the family: Movember

Youth gone wild: Movember

Married with child and depressed: Movember

Depression in the workplace: Movember

Better Off without me

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10:15 on a Tuesday night

Bah Regular Scheduled Maintenance.

Sorry… Irregular Scheduled Maintenance

Well, it’s scheduled, we just didn’t mention it on the logon screen… just in the forums you never visit and the Twitter feed that scrolls faster than you can read.

Oh well… Irregular Scheduled post it is then…



Ohh hang on…

That’s me…

A couple of posts back…

A little while back.. a couple of posts back.. (more…)

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I know I said I wouldn’t post again, but any excuse to avoid going outside on this beautiful Spring afternoon.

I realized while rereading my Movember posts from last year, plus a post from earlier this year, that my posts on depression were kind of, well, depressing.

So, where is the good news?

Here’s some around people understanding depression and more importantly with that understanding facilitating recovery (more…)

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One Mo’ Time…

Miss me?

I’ve missed you!

Unfortunately time is still not on my side, so no super dooper posts from me.

Still, I am squeezing out a little time to remind you of something.


And that, as I described to you in gory detail this time last year, is due in a large part to friends and medical practitioners with a good awareness of depression, the effects on an individual, and the wide ranging effects on the individual’s family and broader community.

I’m excited to be alive and once again participating in Movember, and invite you to share in the excitement of knowing you are making a difference by raising awareness of depression and prostate cancer.

I know I wont have time to do this justice this year, so I wont be posting about it again, but please read through last years posts.

Shave and a Haircut: Movember

Just in case you thought I wasn’t serious

Depression in the family: Movember

Youth gone wild: Movember

Married with child and depressed: Movember

Depression in the workplace: Movember

Better Off without me

I will briefly mention my ex-wife, who has been through a very difficult year this year dealing with mental illness. Intially battling to stay alive, then months of therapy and courses to help her develop coping mechanisms and redirect the behaviors that have prevented her from living what many people would consider a normal life, one where the thought of suicide never enters their thoughts. It has been a tough year for all around her, but we are hanging in, as is she.

One of the greatest challenges has been educating her mother about what mental illness is, why it isn’t cured overnight, why it isn’t her fault, why the abuse directed at her is a cry for help rather than true abuse.  Of course, I am fortunate that I live in a society that can, more and more, talk openly about mental illness, that can make adjustments to enable people to heal and become fully functioning, whereas my mother-in-law comes from a culture where mental illness “doesn’t exist” and certainly never happens to a loved one.

Bringing the conversation about mental illness into public arena is one of the greatest strengths of Movember.  Just as a pink ribbon, or pink bottle top is a great way of raising awareness of breast cancer, growing a Mo is a great way of raising awareness and letting all around you know that you are aware and care about issues affecting men’s health – and you don’t even need to say a word.

Everyone can contribute in some way.

  • Donate
  • Grow a Mo
  • Grow a Mo and join the Movember celebration
  • Get your workplace, club, class, whatever, to join in and grow Mo’s
  • Encourage your partner to grow a Mo
  • Discourage your partner from waxing their Mo
  • Compliment someone on a Mo today
  • Come join my MovemberTeam!

Remember, this isn’t just an Australian event, it is worldwide… Even ForThePie is joining in this year in Movember U.S.A.! Of course there is Movember U.K as well.. go look… get the look… the Movember look!

Mo’mer and Out!

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I started Saturday as the most hugged blogger of 2010 and ended the day as the blogger most in need of hugs 2011.

No, don’t panic, I’m fine, happy and healthy, if a little tired.

This is a story of support during depression with a little WoW twist thrown in.

As you may be aware I spoke a lot about depression, mine and my family’s back in Movember. I mentioned then that it can be a long hard journey and it is.

Saturday afternoon I was alerted by the police to my ex-wife’s latest suicide intentions. She had made it public via Facebook and the level of support and concern from her friends was astounding, with those that know her boyfriend or I,  contacting us and those that don’t contacting the police who then contacted me.

Truly it was a wonderful thing to see so many people going to such lengths to save her life.

My evening was spent fielding Facebook enquiries and phone calls from friends and international family.

Remember, no matter how dark it gets, no matter how alone you feel, you are not alone, you are loved by all the people whose lives you have touched.

We will not be better of without my ex-wife, we will not be better off without YOU.

Those Movember posts…

Me on the otherhand…

Well there is a WoW argument for being better off without me.. (more…)

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shattering had left me disappointed, confused and a little annoyed

That was my response to a tweet from Prelimar about the recent changes in WoW.

It also sums up the way I feel much of the time when I am depressed.  No I’m not depressed right now, but right at this point of time my interest has waned for WoW, I dare say a temporary thing and I think much of how I feel is summed up in Bear’s post.

So back on topic… where to start…

Talking about it

My ex-wife tried to kill herself last Monday.

Things were going really well for her, but that black dog grabbed her and shook her till she gave up.

Luckily her boyfriend was home, he called me in a panic, then got her to hospital and she was released in the wee hours of the morning.

She is much better now, and determined to be around for a long time.

I hope she keeps it together and it was a good sign that she attended the Movember Gala event… what a good place to beat back the black dog, surrounded by people who understand, that are supportive and prepared to have a laugh in the face of depression.

OK, I accept that may have been a bit of an over the top introduction… maybe my wife’s recent state more so than my apathy for WoW, but I guess it was in part to show that some things, no matter how dire, shouldn’t just be covered up.  They need to be talked about and we can talk about them without shame.

There is more shame in a black eye… there is a good chance you deserve that.

The Moscar is awarded to the best Movember video

So how are you feeling?


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Depression in the workplace: Movember

Ever been at work when you are ill?

Know people at work that are ill?

Maybe you/they have had a little time off occasionally, a sick day here or there.

Do you know someone that has been sick with more than the common cold?

  • Maybe a broken limb.
  • Maybe something more serious like cancer (including depression’s Movember stablemate prostate cancer)

Something that for a period of time prevents 100% attendance, 100% performance?

Land of the Sicky

Australia is the land of the sicky. We, as full time permanent workers, get an allowance of about 10 sick days a year, give or take.

Australia is also a nation where the national pastime has been (this attitude is changing slowly) drinking. There aren’t many events in Australian life where you can’t find a glass of something alcoholic.

When you combine these two aspects of Australian life and work you get another Australian tradition, the “sicky”. Which is of course a sick day for no other reason than to allow you to get over the big night, to sleep out the hangover, or maybe just to hit the pub again for the hair of the dog.

  • If someone is physically ill, we make allowances.
  • If someone is hungover and pulling a sicky, we have a chuckle at their misfortune, curse when it becomes a regular event, but otherwise we just accept it.

Try to get time off or a little bit of leeway because you are depressed and you will get:

Get over it you wuss!

Even when you are providing doctors certificates for your visits to the shrinks.

Even when you make up the lost time with extra hours.

Even when you bust your gut just to get out of bed in the morning, to keep your job, to keep yourself going, to give yourself another tool against depression, you are looked at with suspicion.

The Importance of work

Work is vitally important when you are depressed. You need things to point to and acknowledge that you are of value, that you have success, a reason to drag yourself out of bed every morning, cause god knows that’s hard enough some days (more…)

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The title of this may just give away the general theme of this post, but don’t let that dissuade you from reading it… hell there are a lot of reasons not to read my posts, don’t let me being blindingly obvious be one of them. Anyway, I’m here for the good news stories.. everyone loves a happy ending don’t they?

Last time I wrote of my apparently amazing, practically overnight recovery from years of depression.

If I gave the impression that a visit to a shrink solved my problems overnight, then I am sorry. I know some people do permanently overcome depression, but I’m not going to giving you a false sense of comfort.  I changed, over a long period of time, from living with – accepting – depression, to managing it to the point where it doesn’t interfere with my life.  Some times it doesn’t rear it’s ugly head for long periods of time, other times, when life is rough, it takes some conscious effort.

But, that 1st trip to the shrink did bring me back from the brink, I had a purpose again, I had assistance to get well, it was no longer hopeless… there was a future and there was an immediate lift in my mood.

Anyway, back in story telling mode…

A few years after getting help and sorting my life out, a time that involved timeout by myself, changing habits of a lifetime, working crazy hours on crazy hard projects, even nursing my brother-in-law through home-based palliative care (and staying on a while longer to make sure my sister had a good chance of getting back on her feet), one of those things that you only see in pathetic chick-flicks happened (more…)

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My parents were old when they were alive.

They were old when I was born… actually I better rethink that statement, at 43 I am only 2 years off their age at my time of birth.

They were born back in 1922, when the word depression was more commonly ascribed to the Great Depression. In those days you just sucked it up, were happy to have a meal on your plates and go on with the job of living.

Dad was a city boy, oldest of 8 children.

Mum was a country girl, and only child.

When World War II broke out, the government acquired a large portion of my Mother’s family’s land to use as an infantry training base. There is a hill in the artillery range that is still named after my family. My mother and grand mother used to greet the new recruits at the train station after their trip up from Melbourne, make them cakes, write to them when they were overseas and of course, take them dancing… anything for the boys.

That’s how my mum met my dad, at a local dance (more…)

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