Monthly Archives: September 2014

Tackling Depression The Same Way I Tackle Computer Games – Part 3.

Tackling Depression The Same Way I Tackle Computer Games – Part 3.

So, I am coming to the end of this idea as I am running out of ideas. I hope it has helped someone, or made people smile at least. So, here are three more ways that ideas from computer games can help tackle depression.

Use Gadgets.


Much like Batman and his trusty Bat-Belt, which is helping me through the next hardest instance of Batman: Arkham Origins there are a few gadgets out there that can help ease you through a depressive period. You can also use gadgets that are not intended for the purpose of fighting depression in different ways.

One thing I did was set reminders on my phone to give me a little pick me up and boost general confidence. I would set a little message to pop up in a few days to cheer myself up. I have a rubbish memory so I often forgot about them by the time I got them. My usual message was ‘Dear David. You Rock! Lots of love, David.’ I would read them and think ‘Aw, that was nice of me.’

There are a host of relaxation or mediation apps out there and some very good ones can be had for free. I really like Dr Monica Frank, but there are enough that you can pick and choose. Ten minutes of relaxation can really take the stress out of a day and help you deal with situations more calmly.

Finally, chart your depression on your phone. I recorded when depression would hit and if there was anything obvious that led to it or made it worse. from this, I was able to learn that there were certain triggers that I could later either be ready for and expect or avoid altogether.

Solving Puzzles.


Now, the last idea segued into this idea so neatly, it was almost like I planned it. If you, like me, have spent a lot of time trying to figure out dastardly clever puzzles from the Resident Evil games, you know how vexing they can be. Yet, the pride in solving them without using the internet is immense. Once you have charted your depression, you can start trying to figure out the puzzle of depression. Or try to. As with many of my ideas, I believe there is a certain strength that can be found when you actively try and take control of depression. It may not work at first, or at all, but it feels good to be on the front foot and try and beat it, rather than letting it have it all its own way. Look for links to what makes you down, think how you can make your life easier. Each person’s depression is unique to them, so you will have to do the ground work. I believe it will be helpful when you do.

Ask The Village Elders For Advice on Your Quest. 

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Invariably in an RPG, I will get lost or plain forget what it is that I am doing. I need advice. Who to go to? Easy, there is always a village elder who can give some advice, even if it is needlessly cryptic, about how to get past the next challenge of my quest. I personally believe that talking to a therapist is a great way to ask for help in tackling your depression. They can guide you past the choppy waters. Also, asking your friends for help can be comforting. I asked my friend the other day if he ever got angry for no reason and then angrier for getting angry for no reason? He said ‘Of course.’ It easy to think that what you think is crazy and no-one else feels the same. Simply by asking a question, it can be a relief to find out that you are far from the only person who thinks a certain way. It really can help alleviate the loneliness of feeling no-one can help you or advise you. There is a comfort in simply sharing your fears; once you get over the fear of talking about it at all.

If you have any of your own ideas on how computer games can help tackle depression, then please feel free to share and comment.

Take care buddies,



Poem – Seven Dreams As Yet Untold.

Poem – Seven Dreams As Yet Untold.

I have just found this on my Facebook page. I have no recollection of writing it. It is not great, but I am resisting the urge to edit right now as it is what it is and I have never claimed to be good at poetry.

Seven dreams as yet untold,

a search for sliver, diamonds and gold.

A breath of freedom,

from life’s concealment,

and a chance to


From here to where I ask and beg,

please tell me how my bets to hedge.

My course I am certain,

of that I am sure,

Curses, i refrain and ignore.

I sail this ship, rudderless and afraid,

to the lands that my good wife obeyed.

In her arms, my true love was greeted,

and all my fears were abated.

Seven dreams as yet untold,

and without her my heart is cold.

Cool links and Fun Things – Dragonbride Blog Tour.

Cool links and Fun Things – Dragonbride Blog Tour.

A drum roll if you please. Raani York is kicking off her blog tour of her new book ‘Dragonbride’ and I am very excited to be able to share this for her. Please check out the post and the links on it. I am sure she would not mind if anyone wanted to reblog this to promote her new book. So, without further ado, over to Ranni.




(The Dragon Chronicles, Book #1)

Shalima, “Daughter of the Light”, was born under special circumstances. She was raised by her aunts instead of her mother because she needed to be prepared to fulfill the prophecies of the Old Scriptures, which told that she was the only Magician on Earth.


Her aunts carefully prepared her for her obligations and her sacred duty. She will have to get married to the Holy Golden Dragon, the King of the Dragons, a huge Earth Dragon with magical talents. She cannot believe that she is the “Chosen One”, who has to protect the Dragon Species, all of Nature and finally the Earth. But when she turned into a teenager it seemed that the Old Scriptures were right.


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The mountains possessed a dark but seductive beauty, and they lay in wait for the ones who came through the Fire Hell. The powdered white peaks of the sparkling black mountain-world watched for them with longing.

The Diamond Mountains gave the illusion of being much closer than they really were, and many a pilgrim had been lured to his death by the promise of riches hidden on their slopes. These mountains were so named because of the rough gems strewn about the black volcanic soil. When the sun shone overhead the gems made the mountains sparkle and shimmer brightly, and at night they made the moonlit mountains glow with a soft silver light.

People, blinded by both their greed and the tantalizing glittering of the sunlit earth, imagined that there was immeasurable wealth lying there on the ground, just waiting to be picked. However, the mountains never betrayed the secrets they held. None who had ever walked those slopes could find the diamonds hidden within the black soil, for the mountains protected themselves.

Although healthy forest still grew in the foothills, the undergrowth became sparser just a few hundred feet up, and then the treeline ended. Where stunted trees would normally grow the forest just stopped, as if some unseen hand had cut it short. All that remained were dangerously sharp, dry rocks. Just below the snowline, the rocks disappeared, and the glittering black soil took their place.

Moreover, at the summit it seemed as if the Creator of All Things had dusted the peaks of the fissured mountain range with powdered sugar, for they were covered with a deceptively soft-looking, yet extremely sharp-edged eternal snow.

The mountains never betrayed their secrets…

And if a wanderer were to climb those peaks, going up to the Fire Hell and searching to quench his thirst at a splashing mountain spring, he would find no cool, refreshing water. Instead, these living mountains would seek to frighten him by shrouding the ground with a mysterious fog that made it impossible to see where he was putting his feet. Pilgrims sometimes drowned in the sulfurous pools of water hidden within the hellish rocks when the fog appeared, and if they left the main trails, they would know true fear, for they would be led down treacherous sidepaths that seemed to take them somewhere, yet actually led them nowhere but to their doom.

The mountains never betrayed their secrets…

Though many thought they would find the cool relief of the shadows by early evening, the ascent would continue for another three torturous days. During those three days, their throats would scream for water, and their eyes would tear up in the swirling sand. Blown up by the hot desert winds, the sand burned as it fell upon a traveler’s face and skin. Eventually their limbs would become heavy, and they would barely be able to move; thus, the wanderers would be forced to crawl on, farther and farther, until sheer luck eventually brought them to civilization… to people.

In a canyon between two hills below the mountain range there was a village. It had no official name, but the people living there called it Alpcateçu, which meant Oasis of the Mountains. Anyone who wanted to climb the mountains had to pass through the village. A few taverns and inns surrounded the village fountain, where a market was sometimes held.

Some houses and huts had been built in the wide hills and even at the edge of the forest… and in one such place, hidden within the woods, almost four hundred feet past the deepest thicket and connected to the village only by a sidepath lay the place in which I had been born.

Gardening Job – Honest Toil Is Good For The Soul.

Gardening Job – Honest Toil Is Good For The Soul.

I spent two and a half hours this morning digging soil, clearing stones and removing roots. The gardening aspect is not really what I want to talk about. Imagine that, me not sticking to the topic at hand. It was as my hands were literally in the soil that fragments from assemblies at primary school started to come back to me. I went to a Church of England primary school called Benhilton and there was quite a lot of religion taught to us.

It has been a long time since I have really thought about it. Even now, as I write this, I am struggling to remember the things we were taught. In my defence, it was thirty odd years ago. I remember something about ‘honest toil being good for the soul.’ I know I have most likely got this wrong, so please feel free to correct me. The sentiment of it really got to me today. There I was, kneeling in mud, my hands black from the soil and I felt this weird sense of freedom and happiness come over me.

I am not really a religious man and it has been a while since I considered myself even spiritual. My spiritual upbringing was a bit of a hodge-podge. I was sent to a Church of England School but not christened. My Dad’s best friend was Jewish and I loved to hear him talk about Judaism. It is also how I learnt the words ‘smuck’ and ‘schmendrick’ both of which are words that taste good to say them. I read some about Buddhism and a lot more about Taoism, but I have to confess, mostly ‘The Tao of Pooh.’ Yup, if I am going to have spiritual awakenings, I prefer them to come from a fictional bear with a penchant for honey. I also learnt a lot about Hinduism from Gauri and she jokes that I know more about than she does.

For all this, I do not know what to believe or if I believe in anything. I try and stay to the maxim ‘Be a good person, do not hurt others and do your best to make the world a better place.’ I am hoping this is good enough.

So, what did I feel when gardening today?

It made me want to build a house. Like in American films when you see the wooden timbers go up and form the frame and then it gets put together, but all of it done by me. I do not know where the hell that came from, but I still feel it. How great would that feel to achieve? It was something about the work that I was doing and the Bruce Springsteen song I was listening to when these thoughts struck me.

I have linked the song as it will make what I am trying to say make more sense.

I thought, this work hurts no-one. I am not selling dodgy pensions or out to scam people with get rich schemes, nor am I politician. The only things affected by my work were three worms I saw and they didn’t seem to mind at all. It was honest work and I felt better for doing it. This is a big deal for me. I would not want to get rich knowing I had screwed people over to get there.

It was also humbling in a good way. I was not too good to get down in the dirt and did not see it as being beneath me. I liked that. I would never want to be  a person who thought that they were too good for anything and that certain work should be left to lesser people.Where is the humanity in that way of thinking?

Most of all, it was the peace I felt when doing it. It was work that I am happy and grateful to get. It is work that earns me money and is getting me fit at the same time. Yup, I am going to be pretty ripped soon. It is work that I do not have to think through. I dig. I pick up stones. I pull up roots. No performance review. No supervision. No endless forms to fill out. It was simple, and I think there is something of the divine in simplicity.

Which seems a perfect note to end on.

Take care buddies,


David’s Thought Of The Day 47.

David’s Thought Of The Day 47.

All my life I have been saying ‘That doesn’t pass the mustard.’ I have just read that it is ‘Did not pass the muster.’ This does make a lot more sense. I always wondered why the mustard was so judgemental and who had it put it in charge to decide what was good or not in the first place?

P.S Whilst looking for an image on Google, I have seen that there is a phrase ‘Did not cut the mustard’ so it seems I have managed to get both phrases wrong.