Monday, February 18, 2013
Man, was I depressed nine years ago.
Nine years ago I was in the throws of major depression. Starting the book was a good boost, posting weekly chapters, but nothing was progressing, or at least not by any measurable standards. I was alone in a way that I can't even relate. I made sure of that. Reading it now, I still struggle with all the same social anxieties and worries about connection, but now I don't take it as serious, having seen that we're all lost, that we're all depressed and trapped within ourselves. Until we learn to write our own story.
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