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  • No, why, am I supposed to be?
    No, who says there's a law that I have to be?
    No, what, will you not love me if I am not?
    No, how come, am I boring you?

    It's hard to explain to people that you are depressed. They look for reasons for it. They try to come up with solutions to make it go away. They offer advice, a shoulder to cry on and sometimes a kick up the backside. And sometimes you need all of the above. But, very often, this only makes things worse.

    I still feel ashamed of my depression. I still frequently believe that I am a spoilt brat for even entertaining the idea of being depressed, when my life is so much better than other people's. So I avoid speaking about it and go to the other extreme, in an effort to prove how fine and healthy and dandy I am.

    And of course, there are moments of perfect happiness and contentment. Like this sunset scene on the island of Hydra in Greece. And writing. That definitely helps.
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