I spent an evening with a friend who’s been struggling. She was depressed and very lucid.
I think I really like depressed people. Not so depressed that they just lie there pretending to be dead and wishing that pretending would make it so – those ones I just want to kick. But depressed enough that we can have interesting conversations about bad things without having to invent a happy ending for everything. Depressed enough that we can comfort one another without feeling patronising or patronised.
This is the first time I am here….wow
Comment by Barbara — Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 @ 19:44