Redhya

The Sweetest Part of Depression is Solitude Our upcoming generations will never be able to taste the sweetest part of depression — the core, the fruit — i.e., the solitude. Strange, isn’t it? As we grow, our personality diverges like a beam of light from a torch in the dark. But when we’re depressed, it converges. It returns to the source, the deepest point of our being. In that return, the layers of illusions are shed off. The layers once we wore proudly to hide the raw nakedness. Returning to the beginning reveals the internal structure — the bones — the personality of humans. The flesh on the bones is just decoration, imposed by society, demanded by culture. When depression is felt strongly and analysed meticulously, we find ourselves surrounded by the intricate interconnected structures that shape our life. We who've been subconsciously driven by pleasures and pains since our birth. Between comfort and discomfort, we’ve got far away from our true nature — from our true self. Fr...