Melancholia has a significant interference on my ability to communicate and be sociable. Though human interaction and dialog with those who love me and whom I love is often times precisely what I need in order to regain a sense of order, sanity and peace, I have this shut-down mechanism (it's probably instinctual for protection of some sort) that compounds the problem. Rather than this instinct keeping me from harm, it subjects me to self-inflicted isolation. I'm working against myself, here.
What a crazy illness, and maybe someday I'll reflect upon it in memory. But not today.
Though peace eludes, verily it will come.
Jessica and Justin
- jessica
- Van, TX, United States
- I am a farmer and a doula. My husband and I are recently planted into the soil of East Texas. Together we seek, we learn, we dance, we sing, and we grow vegetables, and I attend births. This blog is the ongoing story of our farming and birthing journey.
you have expressed so well the struggle i have had all my life. and although my own awareness of it has only come in the past few years, i still have not been able to ascend, or, abrogate the barricade.
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