I know now there is no one thing that is true - it is all true

Welcome to My Depression

Most times it's very lonely traveling down these corridors of my mind. But for just a while I'll let you go with me, because there are some things I'd like to share.

Deep and dark and long. That sounds like a corridor, doesn't it? A smooth, solid floor with smooth, solid walls and ceiling, stretching on and on. Gray. Dark gray. Straight. Endless.

Yes, it's starting to sound pretty dismal. But, you see, the fascinating thing is that there are all these little compartments, each with it's own separate reality.

(Reality. That's what this is probably all about. I've known for a long time, though, that reality is a crutch. It just helps us get from fantasy to fantasy.)

Now I'd like to share some of those corridors and compartments with you.