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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">This is not a happy post. But it is hopeful. And hopeful is the best we can do.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">***</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I love home decorating, especially covering my walls with meaningful pieces, as  <a href="http://511everafter.wordpress.com/?s=wall+art">511 </a>suggests.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But in all honesty, I am not yet in a place in my life where I can collect a lot of real art;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I have my framed piece from the Festival Internacional de Musica en Barcelona in my <a href="http://511everafter.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/this-is-where-we-live/">Living Room</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">and a photo of Keith Richards that my dad shot as the Stones played in Hyde Park last summer, which hangs in my <a href="http://511everafter.wordpress.com/2014/01/12/lets-start-at-the-beginning/">Entry Way</a>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And this and that.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I have but one piece of <em>true </em>art in my home, and it means a great deal to me. It is a framed and signed poem by Ray Bradbury, given to us as a wedding gift, from an incredibly person in our lives.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It is so significant for so many reasons; I am <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2014/06/21/on-writing/">obsessed with words</a>;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It is something so unique and rare;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It reminds me (us) of just how complex, complicated, confusing and often consuming the human mind can be.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Here is the text:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">THE POET CONDIDERS HIS RESOURCES</p>
<p>The autumn sea, October sea<br />
Tears darkened seams inconstantly<br />
And stitches clouds with rain and fire<br />
And charcoals hearths with dead desire<br />
And turns old souls on burning spit,<br />
Forget all Good, because of it;<br />
Because of traveling night and clouds<br />
Which bury moon in winding shrouds<br />
The heart is buried , blood turned ice<br />
And all the fruit jams, teas, and spice<br />
Are pantry poisoned, forced to change<br />
By weathers that incline to strange.<br />
So what was dead now bolts upright<br />
To knock is head on lid`s midnight,<br />
And while all cold things jump and start,<br />
Antarctica floes in warm heart<br />
And tropic seas of blood are purged<br />
By nightmare iceburgs, once submerged<br />
Which now lift blizzard brows to seize<br />
Sane room, sane door, sane locks ,sane keys,<br />
And shriek the tumblers , warp the walls<br />
With panic-colored storms and squalls.<br />
And all of it, both live and dead ?<br />
. . .<br />
Trapped in circumference of my head.</p>
<p>Ray Bradbury 1979</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Tonight I am brought back to the piece I wrote about depression, entitled, <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/oh-captain-my-captain/">&#8220;Oh Captain, My Captain&#8221;</a>, in which I discussed mental illness after Robin Williams&#8217; devastating suicide.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">In that piece, I made a plea to the people reading to help to protect their friends. I also tried to remind sufferers that they are not alone.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But today I had a conversation that explains it so perfectly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">If you have never experienced depression (which as of two years ago, I had not, in any way) it is very hard to understand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It is insidious and it is debilitating.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But I think the most confusing part, despite the notion of &#8220;But you have so much, what could possibly be making you <em>sad?&#8221;</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">is the feeling of abject loneliness.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Someone who is depressed feels so lonely. They can be surrounded by people, with friends, at a holiday dinner, not <em>alone </em>in any way, but still terribly lonely.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It feels like drowning.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I am welling up with tears even typing this, as it is the worst feeling imaginable.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I am lucky enough to have a network of soul friends, as I call them, who can relate to me on this deep level of understanding that only sufferers can. But my heart aches for them, my stomach gnaws at itself, every time I hear that they were unable to get out of bed that day, or are feeling at their lowest, or can&#8217;t imagine ever feeling better.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I am not a doctor. I am also not &#8220;better&#8221;. I am still dealing with a lot. But, if there is any message I can impart to you</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">(and hopefully, if you know someone in need, you can share this with them, I implore you),</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">it is that things can and will get better. Even at the worst of times, when you can&#8217;t move or breathe or open your eyes because everything looks too bleak, but you can&#8217;t close your eyes because your brain is pounding you with it&#8217;s incessant ruminations and chatter,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">it will pass.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">That spell will pass.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I believe in intervention. I believe in therapy. I believe in medicine. I believe in alternative medicine. I believe in support systems.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I believe in holding your best friend&#8217;s hand and saying &#8220;I am not going to let you go anywhere.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">This post may seem out of the blue, as the last thing I posted about was my son watching <em>Bravo </em>TV, but trust me, it needs to be said.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Much love.</p>
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