I recently completed Elin Hilderbrand’s book The Island which was one of happiness, friendship and sister/daughter relationships – in my viewpoint – a celebration of them all.
Chess, one of Elin’s characters, suffered a terrible loss. The way in which Chess expresses her depression moved me to tears. Personally, I believe the author hit the proverbial nail on the head.
“Chesse’s heart slammed in her chest. This was depression: the constant urge to escape herself.
To say, I’m done here, and step out of her life.
She had thought that “depression” would be like sitting in a rocking chair and not being able to make it move…that it would descend over her like a fog turning things fuzzy, coloring them grey.
But depression was active, it paced back and forth wringing its hands…
She couldn’t stop thinking…find her way free from apprehension. Everywhere she turned, it was there…
She felt like she was swimming through an endless jungle of seaweed.
She felt like her pockets were filling with rocks: she was growing heavier and heavier, she was sinking…
She didn’t have the energy to commit suicide. She was doomed to sit, mute and useless.”
I share this excerpt with you in hopes that my readers might not feel so isolated – so unable to describe how they might be feeling.Please Know you are not alone.