When you are lost in those places, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered a few feet off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. The night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.
I took on my depression like it was the fight of my life, which, of course, it was. I became a student of my own depressed experience, trying to unthread its causes. What was the root of all this despair? Was it psychological?( Mom and Dad's fault?) Was it just temporal, a "bad time" in my life? Was it genetic?Was it cultural?( Is this just the fallout of a postfeminist career girl trying to find balance in an increasingly stressful and alienating urban world?) Was it astrological?( Am I so sad because I'm a thin-skinned Cancer whose major signs are ruled by Libra?) Was it artistic?(Don't creative people always suffer from depression because we're so supersensitive and special?)Was it evolutionary?(Do I carry in me the residual panic that comes after millennia of my species' attempting to survive a brutal world?) Was it karmic?Was it hormonal?Dietary?Philosophical?Seasonal?Environmental?Was I tapping into a universal yearning for GOD? Did i have a chemical imbalance? Or did I just need to get laid?
touareg: ,too many questions,and too many strange words.I thinks those are not English,maybe some language in South American.
most of them speak spanish in south america and some speak portuguese or maybe some other languages maybe u could possibly understand u great linguist
those questions r not for u btw