I peer into the mirror and realize I have both washed my face and brushed my teeth twice in the last 10 hours. This is really good. On the way down into my depression pit I am fighting against it, clawing at the wall for a handhold. Raging at the slide. This effort seems to fuel my descent. And I enevitably end in the darkness. Alone down here. As long as I don’t fight it it is fine. A thin line between enlightenment and clinical depression. I am unattached. In the world of real humans attachments Read more […]

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