Artifact of Depression: Act I

Being depressed is a lot like being stuck underneath a big rock. You are constantly under a very near physical pressure, as if the world is trying it's best to put you in your grave. The only way out is to give in, or push back. I began my fight with this rock with a strong, strategical assault. Unfortunately, my forces we driven back, much like the Spartans of Thermopylae, and pinned against a wall, where they fought to they death, only to be crushed by this ever increasing weight. So, after fighting to overcome mental and physical exhaustion, I have learned to deal with it. I sleep only two hours a night, and perhaps only 3 nights a week... My eyes are like black holes, my mind a greased slide: i cannot grasp concepts or retain them. My memory also is failing, as I must write things down if i plan to remember them later on.

Only one good thing has come of this inability to rest. I have been practicing much more, and am getting farther along in my lessons that perhaps ever before.

to be continued...

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