Depression Diary, Part 4
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I type this from the back seat of our delegation’s minibus, the laptop perched on my rucksack on my knees. I was hoping to have time to write this at the hotel, but we’re running late and our schedule is overstuffed (that’s a good thing, by the [...]
Mental illness can be your very worst companion. It might keep you in your bed all day, coiling round you with its tight embrace and soft whispers, “Stay here. The morning’s past and you’ll never manage anyway. You can try again tomorrow but today’s already lost.” When bedtime beckons, you might not sleep. Your illness bothers you with its tears and its worries or its silence until morning returns.
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