Abstruse one

Memory's truth, because memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also, but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own.To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do .Most of what matters in our lives takes place in our absence .Our human tragedy is that we are unable to comprehend our experience, it slips through our fingers, we can't hold on to it, and the more time passes, the harder it gets... the natural world gave us explanations to compensate for the meanings we could not grasp. The slant of the cold sunlight on a winter pine, the music of water, an oar cutting the lake and the flight of birds, the mountains' nobility , the silence of the silence. We are given life but must accept that it is unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye,...

Major part of my life, I have been unhappy. I cannot explain or elaborate, nor I can write a novella as relatable as this. Depression has seemingly bared her soul. I am sure, she had her set of inhibitions and constant fights with self; but there can't be more gritty words to describe all that she experienced.  "Jonathan Safran Foer writes in Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, 'Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living. she has liberated her dark thoughts to make you believe every word of it. I began to see my symptoms as defining personality traits rather than what they were: side effects of a troubled mind. When the people in my life told me I was negative, difficult and unfriendly, I believed that was just who I was deep down inside rather than attributing it to the fact that I was in pain. I embodied my illness and my illness became who I was in my mind." Let's un-taboo depression and treat it as any oth...