My first memory of depression is from the fifth grade. As if I had walked into a thick cloud bank, things that used to feel clear were now obscured. Joy receded into the background and sadness closed in around me. My back ached and my heart was heavy as lead. Nothing was right with the world....
Have you ever gotten a paper cut? A paper cut is a small, but often painful, breach of your body’s boundaries. Where you had skin before, now you have a wound, and when you have a wound you’re more vulnerable to losing vital fluids or contracting infection by viruses or bacteria....
There’s a dense fog outside my window. There’s a grey hue inside my mind. There’s a flat, dull affect to everything I see. There’s a murkiness to my thoughts. I reach for words, for memories, and they float through the fog, just out of reach. I have low motivation to go...
