Depression deprives me of relativity, there is no up—only down. Its as though a net has been set out to catch good-time thoughts and prevent awareness. It is a place of distortions, like a hall of mirrors. The difference being, I know the hall of mirrors is a distortion. When experiencing depression I am the thoughts and feelings that pass through me.
Having feelings and being the feelings are distinct from one another.
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