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jeh
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Date Posted: 14:30:19 10/13/04 Wed
>I too, am severely depressed. I don't think that
>religion or intellectual pursuits are a panacea for
>suicidial idilizations. I have never attempted suicide
>but have been hospitalized twice for "major
>depressive" disorder. What keeps me going? The memory
>of even one day of relief, one day of distraction. I
>sleep enough to know that death is not the answer, as
>romantic and conveinant as it may sometimes seem, it
>is illusory; no different from drugs, dreams or any
>other method of escape. I have no money, no formal
>education, no real friends to speak of. I have always
>been a mal-content, but still I persist.
>Why? Because although death is certainly an answer it
>can't be the answer. not yet, anyway. Death is lier, a silent and cunning theif that one day will not be capable of elusion. Life anxiety is a lot like death anxiety- we who are stung by it fear the range of our own emotional spectrums, as we feel too much, it is indeed frightening. But there has to be a reason for this capacity for enormous feeling. If we are strong enough to face our own emotional catastrophes, we surely are equipped to help others face their own.
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