It's always there, it's always lurking, always looming.
It's the bell jar Sylvia Plath described, the one always threatening to drop and trap me underneath it. I have to actively avoid it.
It's the little animation next to the people in the depression medication commercials they have on TV -- it will always be there no matter what I do.
The only option is to get better at avoiding it. I'm still susceptible and I am aware of that, but being aware of that is a step further than I was before.
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