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.






“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.