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Creature reaction inside the ship! Part 3 33 min. Part 1 19 min. Part 2 24 min.

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Not happily, perhaps, but you can get through. It is tumbleweed distress that thrives on thin air, growing despite its detachment from the nourishing earth. It was hard to say where the tree left off and the vine began. Virginia Woolf has written about this state with an eerie clarity: "Jacob went to the window and stood Oblivion lovers creatures his hands in his pockets.

Its tendrils threatened to pulverize my mind and my courage and my stomach, and crack my bones and desiccate my body. Birth and death are gradual, though official documents may try to pinion natural law by creating such as "legally dead" and "time born. There he saw three Greeks in kilts; the masts of ships; idle or busy people of the lower classes strolling or stepping out briskly, or falling into groups and gesticulating with their hands.

Grief is a humble angel who leaves you with strong, clear thoughts and a sense of your own depth. But soon other emotions follow happiness into oblivion: sadness as you had known it, the sadness that seemed to have led you here; your sense of humor; your belief in and capacity for love. Love, though it is no prophylactic against depression, is what cushions the mind and protects it from itself.

Depression is not just a lot of pain; but too much pain can compost itself into depression. There are two models for depression: the dimensional and the categorical.

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It is too much grief at too slight a cause, pain that takes over from the other emotions and crowds them out. It's true that the pensioner may close his eyes for the last time some hours before he dies, and that there is a gap between when he stops breathing and when he is declared "brain-dead.

Your mind is leached until you seem dim-witted even to yourself. It takes time for a rusting iron-framed building to collapse, but the rust is ceaselessly powdering the solid, thinning it, eviscerating it. In twenty years, a huge vine had attached itself to this confident tree and had nearly smothered it.

Major depression is a birth and a death: it is both the new presence of something and the total disappearance of something. But it had taken from me the energy I would have needed to kill myself, and it would not kill me. I had thought that when you feel your worst your tears flood, but the very worst pain is the arid pain of total violation that comes after the tears are all used up, the pain that stops up every space through which you once metered the world, or the world, you.

Both are true. When an angel left you, you felt strengthened by his presence; when a devil left, you felt horror. Large depression is the stuff of breakdowns. There is less and less unpleasantness that is unavoidable in Oblivion lovers creatures, for those with the means to avoid. Because this thing Oblivion lovers creatures drained all fluid from me, I could not even cry. It hurts your heart and lungs, making the contraction of involuntary muscles harder than it needs to be.

It can at best be contained — and containing is all that current treatments for depression aim to do. Depression is a demon who leaves you appalled. Depression has been roughly divided into small mild or disthymic and large major depression. Highly politicized rhetoric has blurred the distinction between depression and its consequences — the distinction between how you feel and how you act in response. Mild depression is a gradual and sometimes permanent thing that undermines people the way rust weakens iron.

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You smell sour even to yourself. You cannot gain pleasure from anything.

I was not strong enough to stop breathing. Perhaps depression can best be described as emotional pain that forces itself on us against our will, and then breaks free of its externals. We are angry about being ripped from the comfortable womb, and as soon as that anger fades, distress comes Oblivion lovers creatures take its place. Depression starts out insipid, fogs the days into a dull color, weakens ordinary actions until their clear shapes are obscured by the effort they require, leaves you tired and bored and self-obsessed — but you can get through all that. When I tried to think clearly about this, I felt that my mind was immured, that it couldn't expand in any direction.

Love forsakes us from time to time, and we forsake love. I felt myself sagging under what was much stronger than I; first I could not use my ankles, and then I could not control my knees, and then my waist began to break under the strain, and then my shoulders turned in, and in the end I was compacted and fetal, depleted by this thing that was crushing me without holding me. If my trunk was rotting, this thing that fed on it was now too strong to let it fall; it had become an alternative support to what it had destroyed.

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Medications and psychotherapy can renew that protection, making it easier to love and be loved, and that is why they work. Their lack of concern for him was not the cause of his gloom; but some more profound conviction — it was not that he himself happened to be lonely, but that all people are. Some people accumulate more emotional rust than others.

My depression had grown on me as that vine had conquered the oak; it had been Oblivion lovers creatures sucking thing that had wrapped itself around me, ugly and more alive than I. It had had a life of its own that bit by bit asphyxiated all of my life out of me. I would have been happy to die the most painful death, though I was too dumbly lethargic even to conceptualize suicide. All that one can really say for certain is that one has known major depression, and that one does or does not happen to be experiencing it at any given present moment.

It is not pleasant to experience decay, to find yourself exposed to the ravages of an almost daily rain, and to know that you are turning into something feeble, that more and more of you will blow off with the first strong wind, making you less and less. Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

The categorical describes depression as an illness totally separate from other emotions, much as a stomach virus is totally different from acid indigestion. That's famously the cardinal symptom of major depression. Such depression takes up bodily occupancy in the eyelids and in the muscles that keep the spine erect.

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In depression, the meaninglessness of every enterprise and every emotion, the meaninglessness of life itself, becomes self-evident. You go along the gradual path or the sudden trigger of emotion and then you get to a place that is genuinely different. Fresh from a major depression in which I had hardly been able to take on board the idea of other people's problems, I empathized with that tree.

The only feeling left in this loveless state is inificance. Even those people whose faith promises them that this will all be different in the next world cannot help experiencing anguish in this one; Christ himself was the man of sorrows. I knew then that I could never kill this vine of depression, and so all I wanted was for it to let me die.

If one imagines a soul of iron that weathers with grief and rusts with mild depression, then major depression is the startling collapse of a whole structure. Every second of being alive hurt me.

The collapse, no matter how abrupt it may feel, is the cumulative consequence of decay. This is in part a social and medical phenomenon, but it is also the result of linguistic vagary attached to emotional vagary. This is the presence of major depression.

It is the aloneness within us made manifest, and it destroys not only connection to others but also the ability to be peacefully alone with oneself.

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My mouth was parched as well. It can be described only in metaphor and allegory. Depression is the flaw in love. The death is one's own decay, the cracking of the branches that support this misery. The birth and death that constitute depression occur at once. I knew that the sun was rising and setting, but little of its light reached me. Yet, heaven knows, Julia was no fool. No one has ever been able to define the collapse point that marks major depression, but when you get there, there's not much mistaking it.

Sometimes the rusting is at such key points that the collapse seems total, but more often it is partial: this section collapses, knocks that section, shifts the balances in a dramatic way. If your hair has always been thin, it seems thinner; if you have always had bad skin, it gets worse.

It went on glutting itself on me when there seemed nothing left to feed it. A patient may say that he has spent certain months suffering major depression, but this is a way of imposing a measurement on the immeasurable. In good spirits, some love themselves and some love others and some love work and some love God: any of these passions can furnish that vital sense of purpose that is the opposite of depression. The present tense of mild depression envisages no alleviation because it feels like knowledge. Like physical pain that becomes chronic, it is miserable not so much because it is intolerable in the moment as because it is intolerable to have known it in the moments gone and to look forward only to knowing it in the moments to come.

Mild depression, for many years simply accommodated, is increasingly Oblivion lovers creatures to treatment as doctors scrabble to address its diversity. We live, however, in a time of increasing palliatives; it is easier than ever to decide what to feel and what not to feel.

The dimensional posits that depression sits on a continuum with sadness and represents an extreme version of something everyone has felt and known. When it comes, it degrades one's self and ultimately eclipses the capacity to give or receive affection. I returned, not long ago, to a wood in which I had played as and saw an oak, a hundred years dignified, in whose shade I used to play with my brother.

It's true that at one stage the baby's head is here and his body not; that until the umbilical cord is severed the child is physically connected to the mother. Saint Anthony in the desert, asked how he could differentiate between angels who came to him humble and devils who came in rich disguise, said you could tell by how you felt after they had departed.

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At the worst stage of major depression, I had moods that I knew were not my moods: they belonged to the depression, as surely as the leaves on that tree's high branches belonged to the vine. Life is fraught with sorrows: no matter what we do, we will in the end die; we are, each of us, held in the solitude of an autonomous body; time passes, and what has been will never be again. But despite the enthusiastic claims of pharmaceutical science, depression cannot be wiped out so long as we are creatures conscious of our own selves.

It is a long time from the first rain to the point when rust has eaten through an iron girder. The first thing that goes is happiness.

I have said that depression is both a birth and a death. In the tightest corner of my bed, split and racked by this thing no one else seemed to be able to see, I prayed to a God I had never entirely believed in, and I asked for deliverance.

The vine is what is born. Pain is the first experience of world-helplessness, and it never leaves us. It is nonetheless a highly dramatic and visibly different event. Read the Review. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

The vine had twisted itself so entirely around the scaffolding of tree branches that its leaves seemed from a distance to be the leaves of the tree; only up close could you see how few living oak branches were left, and how a few desperate little budding sticks of oak stuck like a row of thumbs up the massive trunk, their leaves continuing to photosynthesize in the ignorant way of mechanical biology.

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