“That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.”
- Elizabeth WurtzelIt took Corey four days to process the news that his uncle had cancer. Four days that he had sunk into a deep depression, took himself to his bed, and didn’t come out except to use the bathroom. His desire to paint plummeted into an unreachable darkness again. When he picked up the paintbrush to try to finish the latest piece for his final art project before he transferred to his Occupational Therapy degree, he ended up ruining it, dragging heavy brush strokes over it in dark colours. It resulted in his shoving his easel over when a fit of anger hit and he snapped his paintbrush in half, slamming the broken shards into the wall too.
The attempt to paint was to try to switch his mind off from the bad news so he didn’t have to think about it. It was an attempt to bury his head in the sand and ignore it. It didn’t work. That was when he crawled into bed in his clothes, the blinds all drawn in his tiny apartment, and his phone shut off so no one could reach him with it.
( Depression was his demon... ) Corey Fitzpatrick ♦ Original Character
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