Depression is a strange universe. It feels like being warped into a new space with stinging shards and dark corners. A space that doesn’t exist from the outside as much as the outside doesn’t exist within. You can’t talk about it not just because our society can’t deal with it, but really because people who aren’t in its talons have no idea about it. Snap out of it! Out of what? Where is out? What is out anyway? Is in an illusion or outside is? Or neither and both?
I was walking at the edge of the space where death feels so much more welcoming than life just a few short weeks ago. Feels like a thousand years and a whole galaxy away. But she will be back and that’s okay. Well, okay or not, it is what it is.
We are many and we understand you