Photo credit: Photobucket We've all had that dream. Something evil is in our room -- our bathrobe or lamp has transformed into a menacing being. We try to turn on the light, to scream, to run, to fight back. But we're paralyzed. Terror. Powerlessness. Defeat. Even if we knew a way out, we're trapped -- betrayed by our own mind. This is what depression feels like. It chains us to our pain and locks us in the cellar, then calls down from the top of the stairs you're pathetic and bad things are gonna happen. We can't "snap out of it." We can't "think happy thoughts" or go for a run and watch the pain evaporate. It's visceral. It's all-consuming. It holds us hostage for so long, we forget what...
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