Depression is seductive: it offends and teases, frightens you and draws
you in, tempting you with its promise of sweet oblivion, then
overwhelming you with a nearly sexual power, squirming past your
defenses, dissolving your will, invading the tired spirit so utterly
that it becomes difficult to recall that you ever lived without it...or
to imagine that you might live that way again. With all the guile of
Satan himself, depression persuades you that its invasion was all your
own idea, that you wanted it all along. It fogs the part of the brain
that reasons, that knows right and wrong. It captures you with its warm,
guilty, hateful pleasures, and, worst of all, it becomes familiar.
All at once, you find yourself in thrall to the very thing that most
terrifies you. Your work slides, your friendships slide, your marriage
slides, but you scarcely notice: to be depressed is to be half in love
with disaster.
Stephen L. Carter
Stephen L. Carter
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