"Well, oh well I feel I'm in decay"
The first line of a popular Midnight Oil song and I think a description most apt, for some people experiencing depression.
Have you ever felt this way?
One of the biggest dilemmas I've faced in "depressive-illness land" is the one of being alone and having no viable means of changing that fact...let me explain...
My depression causes me to be apart. I feel different from others. I find it very hard to mix with people who are "alive and well". So, I remain alone bundled up in a safe but miserable cocoon.
Have you ever felt this way?
I know what I need. I can feel the loneliness, an ache inside. In my mind's eye I see a ghostly parade of familiar faces, old friends, all gone now. Still, I need people, people to talk to, to communicate with, maybe God permit, a laugh!
Have you ever felt this way?
But I can't escape what I'm in, so I must wait for it to pass...weeks...months...years.
I'm reminded of a quote by Charles Bukowski regarding his drinking/literary lifestyle. I think it fits depression too.
"And as my hands drop a last desperate pen, in some cheap room, they will find me there and never know my name, my meaning nor the treasure of my escape".