When Shall We Three Meet Again?


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Brothers From Another Mother

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Fading


As part of their final assignments, I asked each of my students to take a photo that captures what it means to be a teenager in 2018 (I hope to share these somehow). So I decided to do a similar thing – to take a photo that captures how I am feeling as a teacher as we start 2018.

This is the photo I took – I used the double exposure feature on my camera to do it. The more I look at it, the more elements I find that reflect my feelings. And although I normally don’t look as troubled as I do in this photo (at least I don’t think I do), it accurately expresses how I feel about where we currently are.

 

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Sunday Morning Musings

This article hit home for a few reasons in particular:

Is everything you think you know about depression wrong?

1) I’ve always been confused by how reactive we are. Rather than being proactive and trying to figure out what might be contributing to our problems, we instead try to find a way to stifle/eliminate the problem (eg. “medication time”) which rarely solves the problem; it just shifts the problem somewhere else. If our culture is contributing to depression, perhaps we need to shift our culture instead.
 
2) From a more personal point of view, this explains what happened to me over the past two years. My meaning was very much tied to my school as not only did I attend and teach at it, many members of my family did, as well. It was a huge part of my community. When the school was eliminated so was much of my meaning, which led to a serious round of depression. Only now am I able to see this. So I have had to find meaning in other things and in other ways at my new school. I think this is probably true for many others.
 
3) I worry that more and more of my students are facing this same problem. We are teaching them to place meaning in things that are meaningless. Many of the things that brought meaning to my life no longer exist. And, saddest of all, we are not even talking about it.
 
 
“To them, finding an antidepressant didn’t mean finding a way to change your brain chemistry. It meant finding a way to solve the problem that was causing the depression in the first place. We can do the same. Some of these solutions are things we can do as individuals, in our private lives. Some require bigger social shifts, which we can only achieve together, as citizens. But all of them require us to change our understanding of what depression and anxiety really are…
 
If you are depressed and anxious, you are not a machine with malfunctioning parts. You are a human being with unmet needs. The only real way out of our epidemic of despair is for all of us, together, to begin to meet those human needs – for deep connection, to the things that really matter in life.”

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Festival of Northern Lights Opening Night Fireworks

So much of this photo is wrong, which is probably why I like it so much.

Owen Sound, Ontario

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