tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215986672024-03-08T00:21:11.433-07:00It doesn't usually last very long, but while it does, it inspires real fear.Ben Trovatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07565627882564228726noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21598667.post-1156202412566003562006-08-21T15:08:00.000-07:002006-08-23T18:55:05.146-07:00

For most of my life, I've been waiting for a magical moment -- a moment of absolute lucidity in which I would suddenly know who I am, why I am here and what I'm meant to do in this life. I have never stopped believing in the eventual arrival of this elusive epiphany, although the cynic that live within me tells me that this hoped-for moment is precisely that: a hopeful delusion, a childhood

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I am, in all likelihood, clinically depressed. I have been affected by this, at various times and in varying degrees, throughout my adult life. I have been acutely aware of my depression. In many ways, this awarenes seemed to allow me to control the depression. In my arrogance, I believed that I was like Tiresias in Hades: able to maintain my reason where others have lost theirs. As long as I

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