A reflection on depression in response to COVID-19
Being in a spiraling existential depression for three years has opened me in many ways. Long have I been in a conversation desert. Many days my voice opens only for an empty word with a cashier, a question to the professor during lecture, a dark-humored deflection from another grad student, a dishonest exchange with a roommate scurrying in the door in which I don’t tell him about my day as he hastily hits me with a “How-are-you.” Although it has given me time to reflect and change, the prolonged lack of healing connection from family or friends has been sorely painful.
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