“You don’t find depression in a bottle or package. You make it yourself. You dispense it from your own mind.”
And therein lies the tragedy, no? A sickness born of the very place it destroys and consumes, a disease eating away at the very thing that would be the soul’s salvation.
Music/title: Ghost; From Indian Lakes
“Who am I to expect anything?”
.. . ….
“It’s not too different.
You don’t find depression in a bottle or package.
You make it yourself. You dispense it from your own mind.
Regardless of my own understanding or lack of empathy, I do love you..
More than anything.
And if I can’t speak to the love of my life-
Take her places and talk her through her own form of addiction, then what kind of man would I be?”
“Do you know why we get sad, Bettina?”
[ No. ]
“To remind ourselves why we want to be happy.”