Major Depressive Disorder
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This tale is true, and mine. It tells
How I almost lost the light
I was certain I would lose my way
For it was dim at the end of the tunnel
I was imperceptive
What if I told you that poets were overrated?
Someone who can only write when they’re sad,
Or in love or in bliss or in need of desperate rent money,
Is like a flower that only drinks from a tsunami.
Buddha, Shakespeare, Albert Einstein, Squanto. These are some of the greatest influences in my life. Buddha once said “What we think, we become”; who the hell would have known the mind, the human brain, was such a powerful organ.
