Sunday, July 11, 2010

Depression Sucks

"Terms the undepressed toss around and take for granted as full and fleshy...happiness, joie de vivre, preference, love...are stripped to their skeletons and reduced to abstract ideas...It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels...Its emotional character is probably mostly indescribable except as a sort of double bind in which any/all of the alternatives we associate with human agency--sitting or standing, doing or resting, speaking or keeping silent, living or dying--are not just unpleasant but literally horrible. It is also lonely on a level than cannot be conveyed...

...He went to bed every night at home holding her, weeping for it to be over, while she prayed..."

--David Foster Wallace, from Infinite Jest

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