Almost a year ago, my depression was born. I began to worry about myself, about the society, and about my entire life.
For months, I wrestled with my sorrow and grief.
I tried to analyse every moment of my life, to convince myself, in this matter, that my life was not as dark as I imagined.
Unfortunatly, the more I worried and philosophised about the society and my life, the more I realised that my vision about life was clearly realistic.
Winter passed, and my depression became better. My depression was temporarily, partially anaesthetised.
Unfortunatly, I knew my depression would most probably awake again in fall, since my vision about life was still the same.
Then, a number of events affected my slumbering depression in a negative way. They are rather irrelevant, so I will not mention them here.
My depression is no longer anaesthetised by the sun, which emits Vitamine D, which is essential for the production of serotonine.
For months, I wrestled with my sorrow and grief.
I tried to analyse every moment of my life, to convince myself, in this matter, that my life was not as dark as I imagined.
Unfortunatly, the more I worried and philosophised about the society and my life, the more I realised that my vision about life was clearly realistic.
Winter passed, and my depression became better. My depression was temporarily, partially anaesthetised.
Unfortunatly, I knew my depression would most probably awake again in fall, since my vision about life was still the same.
Then, a number of events affected my slumbering depression in a negative way. They are rather irrelevant, so I will not mention them here.
My depression is no longer anaesthetised by the sun, which emits Vitamine D, which is essential for the production of serotonine.


