a clinical psychologist likened depression to a “flat, stuck place”.

i imagined a gray, limitless expanse full of nothingness. not a room, not a plane, not anything really. nothingness.

she continued, “you have all these option, directions leading every way and you are in the center of it all”

i imagined a compass rose. a plethora of pathways and directions to chose from. north, south, east and west. everything in between.

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“you feel stuck in the middle. all of the options swirl around you and you feel lost.”

 

like standing paralyzed in the eye of a swastika-tornado.

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