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a story of depression….

Liminal: the only place to be

Posted on April 17, 2013 by subincontinentia

“I don’t want to rush towards the sunrise,” I told a friend a few years back, while describing emerging from a six month-long depressive episode. “I want to hang out a bit in the pre-dawn.” She looked at me across … Continue reading →

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Natural Misery vs. Chemical Happiness

Posted on July 12, 2012 by subincontinentia

Taking an anti-depressant is like the start of a new relationship. You need a few dates before you get to know it, how it treats you, what it brings out in you. My mishap with Celexa™ that had triggered a … Continue reading →

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An experiment with self-medication (don’t try this at home)

Posted on July 9, 2012 by subincontinentia

December, 2010 “You nasty little fucker!!!” I was in a sleepy country lane, in the bucolic village of Bir in Himachal Pradesh where I had come for a weekend of Buddhist teachings, screaming at a Pomeranian. It was the morning … Continue reading →

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the WELLBUTRIN diaries: 2 hours later

Posted on July 7, 2012 by subincontinentia

A continuation from Wellbutrin…moving on June 16th 2010 “I wave to myself from a country lane. A soldier returning from war.” It was Summer in Los Angeles and I was staying at a friend’s place while they were away. It … Continue reading →

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In absentia: confessions of a depressed Buddhist

Posted on June 29, 2012 by subincontinentia

“…soon other emotions follow happiness into oblivion; sadness as you had known it, the sadness that seemed to have led you here; your sense of humor; your belief in and capacity for love. Your mind is leached until you seem … Continue reading →

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the WELLBUTRIN diaries: moving on

Posted on June 23, 2012 by subincontinentia

Time doesn’t heal. Time is a hospital ward. Space is what heals. Healing begins as mysteriously as the depression. When depression is there it is total. There is space for nothing else. Healing begins with a crack….for me that crack … Continue reading →

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