Tuesday, March 17, 2009

this is what depressed five year olds might do

I remember the first time I was depressed. Or rather, maybe it's the first memory I have of being depressed. I was five years old.

All of a sudden, I had discovered what death was all about. What is the point of everything?!

I couldn't sit still on a couch unless I was upside down.

Unable to sleep, I'd wander out of my room in the middle of the night, find the piano bench and sprawl over it.

When I was able to sleep I would wake up and lie there, not moving - even when my foot was protruding from the tangle of blankets and feeling quite cold.

What a mess I was.


QubesBlog said...

wait a second.. you still do that when you come over!!!

Annette said...

Aww.. its the fetal position.. And I used to nap ALOT on my piano bench.... Hmm....