“Must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you
All through my life? –sharing my fire, my bed,
Sharing–oh, worst of things!–the same head?–
And, when I feed myself, feeding you, too?”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
The critical issue we face is the reality of living with ourselves through an acute episode of depression or mania. I think that cohabitating with something that is trying its darndest to kill you is especially frightening. Depression is my mortal enemy, and here I am, actually enabling it. How disturbing.
In a way it is sinister, the stuff of scary movies and bad novels. It is the parasite is making its residence in the body of its host. It sounds like something from a crazy ‘story line’ out of Star Trek. I know how strange it sounds, but we some of us are enmeshed to melancholy. It is in essence, part of our personality. We…
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