Anonymous asked: Have you ever been depressed? What did you do about it?
I found shelter in prose and poetry and maybe that’s why words mean so much to me now. Maybe that’s why I feel like I owe my life to them. It’s like slipping into another skin. It’s hiding until the war is over. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just been picking up the right books. There’s a certain comfort in reading something that sounds familiar, it’s being understood by a complete stranger. Someone understands. Someone out there from another place, another time, understands. Isn’t that beautiful? ‘You’re not alone’, that’s what their words have taught me. And I am forever thankful.
+Sunday Jul 7 @ 09:52am
tagged as: personal. ask.
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