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Tattoo You!

Major Depressive Disorder

No, I’m not writing about the Rolling Stones 1981 album (“Start Me Up,” “Waiting on a Friend,” etc.). This is really and truly about a tattoo – on you. Someone wants to see it.

Got an email a while back from staff at healthline.com asking if I’d promote their “Share Your Tattoo with Us” project. Told her I wasn’t much into tattoos, I’d think about it, and let her know.

But I got to thinkin’ – it isn’t about what I’m into, it’s about you. Right? Sooo, here we are…

K, they want a photo of a tattoo you got that was inspired by your fight with depression. And they want a brief explanation of the inspiration behind the tattoo. Apparently they’re going to publish them and share with their Facebook community.

So there you have it, Chipur readers. If you’d like to participate, head on over to the page on their site that tells the whole story. Oh, and remember, there’s an April 3rd deadline.

Tryin’ to keep you current…

Bill

P.S. If you’d like, you can also post a pic of your tattoo, with a bit of background, in a comment here. Just don’t make me turn-on the moderation feature.

  • Patricia Miller

    I suppose I could make you guess where this image is located, but where’s the fun in that? I have this tattoo of Joshua 1:9 “Be strong and courageous, do not fear for the Lord your God goes with you,” on my upper right bicep. Along with the citation I have the three sports of triathlon: a swimmer, a cyclist and a runner. I am not a great endurance athlete, I am a plug away type person. I am a “trier”. I am someone who is relentless enough to keep on trying even when I know I will be the last one, even when the race course will have closed. I was never willing to let my any of the things that led to my depression be enough to prompt me to quit all the way by taking my own life. I knew what that looked like from the other side of the fence because both my parents opted to end their lives by suicide. I wanted to keep swimming if I was in the water, keep running or walking if I was on dry land, keep pedaling or pushing my bike (yes, I’ve done that). I have always wanted to be strong and courageous and I’ve always wanted not to fear. I do fear, and I do feel weak….but I keep tri-ing.

    • Well, you could’ve make us guess. Hmmm, but I’m just as glad you filled us in. Thank you, Patricia. Great tattoo, and even better background tale…
      Bill