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Where there is depression


Where there is depression there are not many other things.

It drapes itself across like an unwelcome former girlfriend, all buffed and glossed and tempting — the ease of it, how very simple it would be to slide right back into her, to slip beneath the covers with her. It lingers there while the light is still on and throws out its handkerchief, it cannot live without you, it needs you, it is part of you.

When depression is very viscous there is no one else in the world.

To walk into the street is an exercise in futility; they are all gone.

The cars are driven not by people but by mannequins from an alternate universe, just a hollowness with clothes.

Nothing hums or breathes or beats but it is a low-level silence; it is where the membranes of my ears have filmed over, so there is still me, shouting inside my head until the curtain goes up once again.

Someone I love is wandering there in the nothing. I hope we can find each other.


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Anna Spargo-Ryan

I’m Anna, a digital strategist and writer who likes to drink 'Ice Tea' but doesn't understand why it's not called 'Iced Tea'. By night and occasionally morning, I eat things, write things, berate my children, walk my dogs and hug my chocolate.

  • Veggie Mama


    May 23, 2014 at 11:53 am Reply
  • Kelly Exeter

    Times like this – all I can say is … it’s hard to be a person. But you’re doing a pretty friggen good job of it xxx

    May 25, 2014 at 1:09 pm Reply
      • Kelly Exeter

        I don’t think anyone would be brilliant at it honey :(


        May 26, 2014 at 9:03 am Reply

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