Sublime

It is clear that stress drives up rates of depression. The biggest stress is humiliation; the second is loss.

With no memories of his own, he was overcome by what the diary revealed, its simple assertion of individual humanity amid institutional chaos, of a future despite the present, of life in the face of death.

There’s a historical event that haunts and shames the region. And shows the machine of power. The story is about a boy named George. George was owned by Lilburn Lewis, the nephew of Thomas Jefferson, in the Kentucky mountains. In 1812, a cherished water pitcher slipped from the fifteen-year-old George’s hands, and it shattered. In a drunken rage, L

Seneca supplied him with one of his favorite epigrams: “Death weighs on him who is known to all, but dies unknown to himself.”

In psychiatry there is a certain condition known as “delusion of reprieve.”

Easily, quietly, Suicide Day became a part of the fabric of life up in the Bottom of Medallion, Ohio.

“Many times an old man has no other evidence besides his age to prove he has lived a long time.” —SENECA, ON TRANQUILITY OF MIND, 3.8b

major depression.