Vivienne Tuffnell

Depression and the Art of Tightrope Walking Vivienne Tuffnell

Publisher Marketing: "I'm a writer and poet and a long-term sufferer of depressive illness. I try to keep smiling but sometimes I fail. I love the natural world, and am a great fan of the vagaries of the English weather." These words were the first attempts to define what my blog was about when I began it in February 2009. From these first tentative steps into blogging, Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking has expanded into a wide-ranging and eclectic exploratory journey into what it means to live with depression. There are many posts on the subject now, and I decided to collect together the ones I felt were potentially most helpful to others affected by mental and emotional distress. They're not intended as classic self-help or as a replacement for treatment but rather as a commentary from one person's experience. Sometimes it can help simply knowing we are not alone in a journey, even when it feels that way. I've enjoyed the whole concept of the Zen koan, a short question that usually has no answer but is intended to provoke more questions and more thinking. Think of the classic one: What is the sound of one hand clapping? Most of my posts are written with this aim in mind; I just lack the compactness of a koan. I try to look at the world from another angle. I like (like? not sure I like it but I am inwardly compelled to do it) to ask questions, sometimes awkward ones. There is no final answer about anything. That's the joy and the sorrow of it. Depression and the Art of Tightrope Walking contains twenty essays from the original blog and includes a foreword from Suzie Grogan, author of Shell Shocked Britain-The First World War's Legacy for Britain's Mental Health and editor of Dandelions and Bad Hair Days (Untangling lives affected by depression and anxiety) Contributor Bio:  Tuffnell, Vivienne My Twitter bio said writer, poet, explorer and mystic and that probably says it all quite neatly. I've written stories my whole life, even before I could actually read. My father mistakenly allowed me to use his typewriter from an early age and I was hooked. I'm not sure the typewriter survived very long having me bash out strings of letters in the belief that what I had in my head would magically transform into words others can read. I've got better at that. I write novels, short stories and poetry, and I also blog at http: //zenandtheartoftightropewalking.wordpress.com