I let a mosquito suck me dry. It started in the most unspectacular way possible. I sat at my desk, as I did most evenings; suspended over an unfinished sentence. I let my hand come to rest at the end of the page after violently scraping my pencil across a line of my own words.
People experience depression differently. Some people have the energy to carry on daily activities while others can’t even manage to get out of bed or home. I’m the latter. I will lie still in bed, or on other surfaces for hours and stare at whatever that is close to me. Things seem enlarged and more