<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713836708601700919</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:58:03.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gethsemane</title><subtitle type='html'>Living with Chronic Depression (or what happens when the light at the end of the tunnel turns out to be an on-coming train!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4713836708601700919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin Phillips</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713836708601700919.post-6203801441661668184</id><published>2009-08-24T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:57:34.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Quarter</title><content type='html'>I wish I could start this life over again. You see, I don't know who I am anymore. Who is the real me? What is normal? I don't know what that feels like. How would I know if I got there even? What is my true character - my true personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm invisible. No one sees me. I'm a spectator of life and not a participant. Participants seem to know things instinctively - how to respond in different situations. I have no intuition for life. I was never programmed with that module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was meant to live this life. I think I was meant to have died as a baby when I was so ill. People prayed for me and I lived. One moment I was sick, the next I was completely well. Sometimes, when I think about this, I wish to God they hadn't bothered! I'm so terribly disillusioned with this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Ring, this depression must be destroyed; like Frodo I am the one who must bear it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4713836708601700919-6203801441661668184?l=mygethsemane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/feeds/6203801441661668184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-quarter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4713836708601700919/posts/default/6203801441661668184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4713836708601700919/posts/default/6203801441661668184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-quarter.html' title='No Quarter'/><author><name>Robin Phillips</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713836708601700919.post-7373201887781264060</id><published>2009-08-19T09:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:59:15.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This ring has come to me...</title><content type='html'>Frodo: "The ring is taking hold of me, Sam."&lt;br /&gt;Sauron: "There is no life in the void."&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: "I wish the ring had never come to me."&lt;br /&gt;Lady Galadriel: "If you do not find a way no one will...."&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: "It's getting heavier."&lt;br /&gt;Lord Elrond: "The ring must be destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;Gollum: "Master carries heavy, heavy burden."&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "You must fight it, Mr. Frodo."&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: "...only, I do not know the way."&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: "I can't, Sam...."&lt;br /&gt;The Witch-King: "Die now!"&lt;br /&gt;Lady Galadriel: "To be a ring-bearer is to be alone...."&lt;br /&gt;Frodo: "NNNOOOOoooooo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Gandalf: "The ring has a will of its own."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4713836708601700919-7373201887781264060?l=mygethsemane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/feeds/7373201887781264060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-ring-has-come-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4713836708601700919/posts/default/7373201887781264060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4713836708601700919/posts/default/7373201887781264060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygethsemane.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-ring-has-come-to-me.html' title='This ring has come to me...'/><author><name>Robin Phillips</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
