On days like this it feels like a big fat man is press-pressing, sitting down on my chest, not allowing me to breath. On days like this my ears are filled with a high, taut, intensive pitch that threatens to split my head apart. On days like this I struggle to hold back the words and emotions that are pushing to come out. On days like this I want them to STOP.  I want to dive deeply into a new picture.  I want to fly a million miles away. I want to be alone.  I want someone to reach a … Continue reading Life among the Depressive