I’ve known Bill Wadman for yearsÂ – as a really-quite-famous photographer as well as a disarming friend with an ear for music and conversation. I ought not to be surprised by his talent anymore, and yet, here I am again.Â I’ve talked about how I feel about depression,Â but I think Bill’s takeÂ is a must-read, especially these lines:
Sometimes I think that I can take over the world, while other times I quite honestly canâ€™t get out of bed for fear of failing even at being awake.Â
The funny thing is that this cycle of how I see myself is largely independent from the perception of me by the world at large.Â
Days of despair for moments of enlightenment; however, I often wonder if the inspiration is all that inspired at all. Â
Maybe the trick is to surrender to it instead of fighting it. You know, something like â€˜How I learned to stop worrying and love the depressionâ€™. Somehow I donâ€™t think itâ€™s in me though. The fight is one of the only constants in my life and I canâ€™t just let it win.
Sometimes, someone says something so perfectly that there’s no point adding to it.
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