DEPRESSION - THE THICK BLACK paste of it, the muck of bleakness - was nothing new to me. I had done battle with it in some way or other since childhood. It is an affliction that often starts young and goes unheeded - younger than would seem possible, as if in exiting the womb I was enveloped in a gray and itchy wool blanket instead of a soft,
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Loved the first page that I read, and I know exactly what she means when she talks of staying home and never wanting to go out and experience what lies beyond the four walls of ones cave.
I suppose there are many out there who share the same picture of life, but I can only think of myself now, and it's a very very lonely painting in deep long strokes.. shades of gray.
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Numbers shouldn't/couldn't be a measure of your pain... One may empathize with your despair but no one can really fathom it all. All we can do is take it in stride and just live...
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But I'll read it later. copied it to notepad. :)
Thanks.
Yes, I agree with that.. also, numbers mean little to someone who cannot count beyond 'one'. Some of us have never experienced a greater number than that. I'm someone. :) Bad pun, but both meanings intended.
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haha... punny! ;)
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