Dead Fish & A Piece of Corn on the Floor

In a post in which Dave writes (eloquently and at length, so give yourself some time) about the state of things, and depression, and getting on with it, he offers a link to an illustrated depiction of what depression is like. And I thought, well, yeah. That sort of gets to the heart of things.

It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.” (…)

Nobody can guarantee that it’s going to be okay, but — and I don’t know if this will be comforting to anyone else — the possibility exists that there’s a piece of corn on a floor somewhere that will make you just as confused about why you are laughing as you have ever been about why you are depressed.

~Allie, Hyperbole and a Half

You’ll have to read the post to get the context, but let me say that I’ve seen that piece of corn on the floor. Maybe you have, too. And I laughed, and maybe you laughed, too. Because it is hopeless. And because (probably, eventually, sooner or later, one of these days, maybe today!) you and I will be fine.


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