Over the last twenty years, I have struggled with depression. Some years are good. Some years are sad. Some years are gray and boring. Medication helps: it is the trampoline under my window… if I jump, the fall will be jolted, and peter out. There is always a question in my head when I wake up: will this be the day when I am unwilling to move, to get out of bed, to brush my hair or water my plants? Still, depression is a gift.
I am currently inspired by….“If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.” - Marcel Proust
…and"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle." Philo of Alexandria, quoted in Ibtisam Barakat's "Tasting the Sky, A Palestinian Childhood"
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