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[_katecaleal_]

I said good bye to my good friend Molly today who is going to boarding school in Colorado. It is weird knowing that you won't see someone for a good long time. I hope that boarding school works out for her and that she can somehow find happiness in her life. I have gone through phases of happiness...when I was a child, I couldn't have been happier

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[erickahngale]

Absolutely Thrilling. It's seems that life swells to bloom and swells to sore. It's the rising of my awareness. A sensitivity to the irrational. A spring of faith and life is filling the old despair. I'm glad you're sharing it.

I used to be confused by the idea of depression. The root "press" did not fit the emotion I was labeling. I was grasping for something, hearing echos in loneliness, there was no pressure, if anything it was a vacuum.

Now I see my error. That was despair, I cried out in desperation, grasping for meaning or love.

Now this, and I know real depression. And how it comes with exuberant joy. The undulations are amazing. The depression comforting, because there is something there crushing me, and swelling me, and soon comes spring.

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[o_emokid_o]

It's an interesting point of view you bring up... but I still have a hard time understanding how you could take any exuberant joy away from being depressed.