A beautiful image, a striking poem.
As someone for whom depression is status quo, I relate to these words. When I was younger and much more religious, I believed that I was depressed because I was a bad person, unworthy of happiness. Now I know it simply is what is. I can't will it away, and I am no less worthy than people who are naturally happy.
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