Sting
When I was younger, I got stung by a jellyfish. It wasn’t a bad sting, but I remember the unsettling way the tentacles felt caressing my calf.
I can feel the tendrils of depression touching me gently, and the reaction in my body is very similar. I have no desire to get pulled back into that dark place, into that ocean of boundless sadness.
April 25th, 2011 at 6:14 pm
I’ve never had an encounter with a jellyfish, but Depression & I are old acquaintances. I know that feeling, when it creeps sideways up to you and tries to slide an arm around your shoulders as if you’re friends. That’s when I put on the happiest music I’ve got and sing along as loudly as I can, until I’m laughing and my heart’s too full of shiny things for the dark to creep in.