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Seen many places, most recently eyesfullofhope.

I suffer from depression. I am a strong, intelligent, capable person. I am neither weak nor stupid nor lazy. Depression is an illness that millions of people suffer from and there is nothing wrong with admitting you need help sometimes.

If you've ever felt this way, copy this and paste it into your LJ. You aren't alone and you aren't wrong.

GIP

Quote is from the Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer song '41 Thunderer'.

Deep Space Nine 1x08 -- Dax; 1x09 -- The Passenger; 1x10 -- Move Along Home

( Dax; various spoilers for the series, including Doctor Bashir, I Presume )

( The Passenger )

( Move Along Home )

GIP

I seem to be having a Farscape moment. John and Moya.

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So, oceana_, should I ever have children, I would now be obligated to give you my first-born.

Because gmail is, thus far, utterly kicking hotmail's ass. No annoying upper tag when you click on a link, which means that it's just as easy for me to go to the page and reply, which means no more 'email cutting me off mid-comment' problems like I've been having.

Gmail is cool (for the curious, my gmail address is butterflydm@gmail.com (which is also on my info page, but redundancy only hurts people especially vulnerable to anvils)).

And if anyone else wants to try it, I have six invitations.

Fic: Salt (Farscape; John)

Title: Salt
Summary: John isn't answering any more. AU.
Timeline: Post-S4's Bad Timing. In a way.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied John/Aeryn.
Disclaimer: Farscape is a Jim Henson production.
( John's been around this wheel more times than he cares to admit. )