Once a week, I like to slip into a deep existential depression where I lose all my sense of oneness and self-worth.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've felt depressed many times in my life, so I can draw on those times in my life when I need to.
This is what I am. I have periods of enormous self-destructive depression, where I go completely off my trolley and lose all sight of reality and reason.
It's often difficult for those who are lucky enough to have never experienced what true depression is to imagine a life of complete hopelessness, emptiness and fear.
My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.
I basically have a very positive philosophy of life, because I don't feel I have anything to lose. Most things are going to turn out okay.
I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.
What I have learned over the years is to try to stay in the moment. I want to feel it all because I've realized nothing lasts.
I fight manic-depression, and I have been able to live battling that sadness that I get sometimes.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.