This is so relevant to my life right now. Just in case it is to your’s also, I didn’t want you to miss it. The Ochre Muse has done such a wonderful job with this post. She is a wonderful writer. You’ll like her other posts too.
In my favourite film, a planet called Melancholia is about to collide with earth. Like depression, it arrives silently, almost exquisitely. At first, the only indication that a strike is imminent is the thinning of the atmosphere. Melancholia steals the earth’s air, and fighting against the shortage is what makes it feel intolerable.
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.” T.S. Elliot
Depression doesn’t arrive with a bang, but a whimper, one millimetre at a time. You only notice its presence has become catastrophic when it’s about to collide with and obliterate your reality. One moment, you’re eating one less meal daily. The next, everything tastes like charcoal. One minute, colours are only a shade dimmer. The next, the entire world is bathed in chalk. Depression coats everything in thick grey dust.
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