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Sunrises, sunsets.
You’re hopeful then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?

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"That’s the thing I want to make clear about depression: It’s got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal — unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature’s part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead.

And the scariest part is that if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he’ll never know. There is a classic moment in The Sun Also Rises when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, ‘Gradually and then suddenly.’ When someone asks how I lost my mind, that is all I can say too” 

Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation.

It is supposed to pass. You are supposed to be able to fight it, or struggle through it or something. Hang in there! It gets better, they say. What if it doesn’t fucking get better? How many more years? It has been well over a decade. Would life be easier if I didn’t remember some other way of being? What if there was some more tangible reason for it? The hospitals, the drugs, the booze, anything anyone ever did or will do for me, nothing can fill the endless black pit. 

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For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

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For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

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Sunrises, sunsets.
You’re hopeful then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?

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nudibranch | by jfherve

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nudibranch | by jfherve

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the nothing

"That’s the thing I want to make clear about depression: It’s got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal — unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature’s part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead.

And the scariest part is that if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he’ll never know. There is a classic moment in The Sun Also Rises when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, ‘Gradually and then suddenly.’ When someone asks how I lost my mind, that is all I can say too” 

Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation.

It is supposed to pass. You are supposed to be able to fight it, or struggle through it or something. Hang in there! It gets better, they say. What if it doesn’t fucking get better? How many more years? It has been well over a decade. Would life be easier if I didn’t remember some other way of being? What if there was some more tangible reason for it? The hospitals, the drugs, the booze, anything anyone ever did or will do for me, nothing can fill the endless black pit. 

booksgamesmovies:

For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

booksgamesmovies:

For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

(via mariesmalarkey)

the nothing

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