What's it About?

A Chapter by plain jane

Being depressed isn't always about sitting alone on your bed amid the moonlight crying so hard your gasps become inaudible. Often the unspoken day-to-day symptoms of depression are the most telling and deafening characteristics of the disease. One of these is the feeling of utter numbness one experiences frequently. This is about the equivalent of pressing an ice cube over your emotions, like how you rub an ice cube over earlobes before piercing them. It is an absolute and painful numbness; not an oxycontin-driven high of blissful apathy toward life. This is the inescapable cold your fingers endure outside on a frigid winter day. You long for heat once more, not to avoid the cold but merely to be able to move your fingers once again; to live with kinetic energy within yourself once more.

I'd never chosen to avoid the cold entirely, for that would be like choosing to extract a piece of your humanity.