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there is a point in even the worst depression where things just start to look better. for a brief moment, light shines through, interpolating darkness, breaking it up. the moment is not exactly one of joy, triumph, or even happiness. rather it comes from recognizing the absurdity of the situation, its apparently interminable bleakness. it could happen during the course of anything - a breakup, mourning, the drifting sprawl of despair - when suddenly, fleetingly, the situation is comic. it is a moment of simultaneous resignation and optimism. at the bottom looking up, depression becomes so all-consuming it is a parody of itself. and if despair can be parodied, it becomes suddenly manageable. there is laughter tinged with sadness.