Saudade*– A Short Memoir of Depression
From the Blog brainknittings "I am a collection of dismantled almosts." – Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters Part 1: Fossils Leaving behind the curse of my depression, I am holding hands with the clock and moving forward. Each step I take marks my new territory – I am a savior, I whisper to myself; my heart and the pills lying in the second shelf of the cupboard laugh. I chant my mantra and push my body to breathe, to live. I walk on snakes' tongues. Their venomous teeth touch my feet – nothing happens. The mental condition I go through has made me immune to every such danger. I am my own killer, my own rescuer. Auditory hallucinations wake me up at night. I, sometimes, tremble with fear – strong my acquaintances call me; little do they know about this side of me. Those days, when the moon rolls itselpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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