To Praise and to Rage
Living with a depressive condition has put me on a constant search for the right words. I look for the right words to explain how this feels – from the inside out. I experiment with metaphors, placing them in my mouth, rolling them around my tongue in different sentences, to see if they taste right. It’s grief, but not really. It’s sadness, but worse. It’s happiness, but better. This search sends me groping blindly into bookstores and libraries. I pull the books off my shelves. I flip through calendars with pithy sayings. I read the memoirs. I’m looking for words...
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