Even I am Prone to The Occasional Cliche

Cliche’d Images of Depression

9-23-11

The image is passe, but striking nonetheless.
I am standing on the edge of a cliff. The ground beneath me is crumbling out from under my feet. I try to scramble back away from the edge, but it seems to be disintegrating faster than I can move. This scene has been done in movies and books over and over again. I am sure that many of us have dreamt it a time or two in our lives. There are numerous interpretations, though they all seem to point to the same thing.
The world is changing, and pulling the rug out from under us. What we thought was solid ground isn’t and everything is about to Hell.
Okay, well, that’s my interpretation.
This is the way I have been feeling the past few months as I have waited for the ground to completely drop from under me. I think, maybe with that call from my neurologist the other day, that it has happened. I am processing the news, and I seem to be not doing a very good job of it. Today, I am standing at the edge of the cliff of sanity and the emptiness beyond is actually the pit of despair.
It sounds all melodramatic, doesn’t it?
Well, while it might be, that’s what it feels like. I keep crying randomly. This overwhelming feeling overtakes me and it hits me that there is a problem with my brain. Without my brain, there’s not much to me, folks. I’ve got nothing to offer the world.
At least, that’s the way I see it.
It can be argued that I don’t even have much in that department to offer the world too, you know, though that might be the pessimistic despair talking, I don’t know.