It’s the weekend. Two days. And on both days I’ve read a statement about depression that speaks to me. One’s short, one’s long. One’s comic, one’s poignant. The two resonate equally. The first quotation comes from an interview in Stylist magazine with Ruby Wax, a comedien. The second quotation comes from Quaker Faith and Practice, a passage by Bernard Brett, described as having “severe cerebal palsy; he joined Friends in Colchester & worked tirelessy to help others”. Both experience/experienced depression. “Having depression is like every day deciding whether to have a manicure or jump off a cliff.” “At some times I have felt very definitely the guiding hand of God, steering my life in certain directions & this is a very wonderful & rich feeling. Yet at other times, & for quite long periods, I have known the empty loneliness & even despair that comes from depression. Everything seems dry & arid, & friendships which at other times are a source of joy seem empty & meaningless. These are frightening times, because the work or activities I seek to do have no apparent value or reason. Life seems an endless struggle & the prospect of having to live within the extreme limitations of my disabilities, with the knowledge that with the passing years they will become worse rather than better, is a daunting thought. There are some mornings when I wake up during times of depression when I simply want to cease living.”

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