MeltingHeart
Visionary
- Sep 9, 2019
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I recently read a line from a short extract of a suicide note and I think it really sums up the nature of depression- or not depression as such but rather just when you reach that point of hopelessness-where you simply have no desire to proceed with life, even IF it does have some good moments. The quote comes from a famous South African photojournalist that had documented some of the most harrowing scenes of human violence & suffering, if you see any of his photos- you will realise the impact this must have had on him- he was most famous for his photos of the famine in Sudan in the 90s, the little boy who was crouched over starving,with a vulture 'waiting' directly behind- this is not even the most shocking photo he has taken, it's just one of many. Just over a year after taking it- he would be dead from carbon monoxide poisoning.
Here is the quote "I'm really, really sorry. The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist. ...depressed ... without phone ... money for rent ... money for child support ... money for debts ... money!!! ... I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain ... of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners ..."
Whilst we may not have seen or experienced a fraction of what he did or what his tragic subjects suffered through... I think that the bit in bold is such a clear and concise expression of being done with life- It says it all really- for without any joy, with none at all...not even moments...then truly what is the point? there is none.
Here is the quote "I'm really, really sorry. The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist. ...depressed ... without phone ... money for rent ... money for child support ... money for debts ... money!!! ... I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain ... of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners ..."
Whilst we may not have seen or experienced a fraction of what he did or what his tragic subjects suffered through... I think that the bit in bold is such a clear and concise expression of being done with life- It says it all really- for without any joy, with none at all...not even moments...then truly what is the point? there is none.
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