The voice of sadness is censored as sick. What if it’s sane?

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We keep chasing happiness, but true clarity comes from depression and existential angst. Admit that life is hell, and be free

I remember being depressed. It was a frightening state of mind that seemed to go on indefinitely. The very idea of waking up was riddled with dread. A state of internal turbulence, apprehension and negativity about the future propelled the total collapse of a positive and optimistic attitude. I felt like my mind suddenly became sick and twisted. I didn’t recognise my new self, and wondered what had happened to the cheerful person I used to be. The reason for my depression was a breakup. But what led to depression was not so much the reaction to our split, but the realisation that the one…

The voice of sadness is censored as sick. What if it’s sane?

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