Sometimes the best kind of journal is the one that you shred, light on fire, then cast its ashes to the wind. Last January, I woke up severely depressed one morning. At first, I didn’t realize what was happening. I just knew that I had no will to move, no will to eat, no will to do anything. I felt interred with heavy, suffocating sadness. Mmm, that sounds rather dramatic, doesn’t it? The moment I realized I was depressed, I grabbed my iPhone and began dictating a blog entry to Siri as a coping strategy. However, it was all in the same vein as that emo sentence above—nice and juicy with just the right amount of adverbial angst and self-indulgence. We should all be grateful that I deleted every single word of it. Normally, I avoid blogging or posting on social media while under the influence of Major Depressive Disorder . Despite my efforts to sound upbeat, depression affects my narrative voice and mental outlook. Fortunately, hindsight gained from experience keeps me from em...
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