I care so much about other people and the world — so much so that I am deeply affected by news about others’ suffering, the destruction of our natural environments and even historical tragedies.
If I didn’t grieve for all of these things at my very core, I might not be as depressed, but I also would not have such strong feelings about the things that matter to me.
I don’t think I would trade this depth of feeling for a cure. I can see beauty in desolate things. Because my mood is usually melancholy, I feel at home in places like burned-out forests, barren winter fields and lonely deserts.
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