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'I woke in the middle of the night, last night A well of sadness in my chest I think I whimpered, I may have cried, The dream still before my eyes. I fell in to sleep again And awoke ok.'

26.7.14 I’m hungry for energy, not food. For natural I-don’t-have-to-do-anything vital life force to pump through me. I’m hungry for touch, affection, arousal, meaningfulness, connection, arousal. Not food. (you said arousal twice) I feel deeply loved I feel peaceful I enjoy caring for myself I return to my body

July 2014 Major Depressive Disorder Clinical Depression Treatment-Resistant Depression Intractable Depression

The Only Poem This is the only poem I can read I am the only one can write it I didn’t kill myself when things went wrong I didn’t turn to drugs or teaching I tried to sleep but when I couldn’t sleep I learned to write I learned to write what might be read on nights like this by one like me. — Leonard Cohen