Depression is a state of mind, despair, an opinion. I have never understood my depression and do not understand the despair; I know however that depression becomes a habit, despair, it’s conclusion and suicide, or, at least the thought of it, a relief.
There are moments, too many and now too frequent, when I allow myself to fantasise about the releif of death, a few moments of pain and then sweet, comforting oblivion. It’s so attractive, to think that one no longer has to go through the same pain, day in and day out, not to wake to terror, not to live with my punitive […]