“Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is
only living
Can only die. Words, after
speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the
form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar
still
Moves perpetually in its
stillness.”
~ T.S. Eliot
I took the pill today. The one I have not ingested for over
a week now. The one that is suppose to make me better, okay, able to cope with
my experiences day and night.
In the intervening week of abstinence from my friend Citalopram
I have been dizzy, felt vertigo, my mind cloudy, lack of motivation, tasted
despair, wept and wept, could barely get out of my bed each day.
When I woke up each morning I was as tired as when I fell
asleep the night before.
I could feel again though, no longer numb to life. Really
felt in way I do not feel while my friend swims in my blood stream, doing
whatever it is she does to my neurotransmitters, altering of my biology so to inebriate
my senses. I function but I do not feel, I cannot cry while she controls me.
So, I thought I would live without her for awhile, a jilted
lover betrayed by her blinding of me to experience, a mist thick over my
emotions, a flattening of my being.
It was as if the lid was removed from the Chinese Jar of my
hermetically sealed existence, and I could breathe again, feel again, weep
again, and laugh again…
Today though the top was placed back on the jar and I am
again sealing myself inside where I move in stillness, apathetically apophatic.
While she dances in my mind unleashing her mysterious breath that freezes and
hinders my thoughts and feelings.
I watched the video on depression the other night and now I understand so much more about depression. We want you know that we care about you and will help you, your life is very important to us. Love you very much, mom & dad.
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