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October 30, 2008


Sometimes Saintly Nick

Well said, Chris. I have been attempting explain depression for a long time. However, I have never been to put into words that most people understand. Your words I do understand.

For as long as I can remember, which means well back into my childhood, I have suffered from “melancholia.” I much prefer that word to the more clinical term “depression” because most folks do not understand what I mean when I speak of being depressed.

I realize that everyone is depressed or melancholy at some time. What the majority people do not comprehend about melancholia is that it is with one (me) in some form all of the time. So when people ask, “What is making you depressed?” they do not understand my answer: “Nothing.

Depression is not like anything. Words are symbols we use to communicate things, but their meaning is only distantly related to reality. Nothing is like anything. Everything is. Depression is knowing that.

Blessings to you,Chris

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