My friend Meredith on depression: “depression forces you to live small. it’s like living in a box that keeps shrinking. first there’s no room for the world, then there’s no room for other people, then there’s no room for the basic tasks of life, and finally there’s no room to move at all. that’s when the air supply starts to run out.” (I’m “terriblebeast” in the comments section.)
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Josiane said,
September 2, 2008 at 2:48 pm
Thanks for sharing your friend’s post. The excerpt you’ve chosen is extremely evocative.
xiane said,
September 2, 2008 at 3:04 pm
That’s about the best description of it I’ve seen, and it both made me sad to know that someone else knows it so well, and strangely less alone, too.
Lisa said,
September 2, 2008 at 10:37 pm
That is the perfect description! I have been there and could never find the words to describe it…but those are it! Thanks for sharing!!
Frances said,
September 8, 2008 at 6:24 pm
Despite its accuracy, this is strangely comforting. (What Xiane said, essentially.) I’m coming to terms with going back on meds after a long hiatus, so in a different boat than you, but still. Thanks for posting this. Oh, and welcome back. Good to see you here again.