Making darkness visible
Simon Webb writes about his experience of depression
Setting the world to rights over plates of pasta, Emma, Pat and I decided that it would be a very good idea if someone found a cure for depression.
I nearly said that there was a cure, but I didn’t, because it seems to me (having struggled with the disease for over forty years) that if we think of it as a weed, it blends in so well with the plants we need to keep in our mental garden, that it would be a foolish gardener who said he had managed to uproot all of it.
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