Ode aan T.

In Milete, waar je geen schelp tegen je oor hoeft te houden om de zee te horen ruisen, toont het vloeibare zich stoeibaar; wordt verandering per poel verklaard en per druppel gemeten. Ik beeld me een jongeman in die uitkijkt over de baai. Hij weet niet van Socrates, laat staan wat presocraten zijn. Het klotst nu nog in z’n hoofd, maar de golven zullen zich weldra verpozen. In Klein-Azië ontspringen grote ideeën – stille wateren, ferme gronden. Alle wichelroedes wijzen naar binnen.

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Curing Despair

An analysis of the use of medication in depression through Kierkegaard

Besides my other numerous circle of acquaintances I have one more intimate confidant – my melancholy. In the midst of my joy, in the midst of my work, he waves to me, calls me to one side, even though physically I stay put. My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return. [1]

In the Diapsalmata there are a couple of small entries, musings if you will, which vary in subject matter. One of these talks about melancholy and the familiarity with it, the way in which you can feel so at home with something that is destructive. It is something that I recognize, painfully so, and it struck a chord with me. There is something soothing in giving yourself over to this melancholy because it knows you so well and you it. However, there is also a part that wishes to break free of this relationship, but that part needs some help which can be found in the use of medication. 

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