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So. Not to be all Murakami, but living with major depressive disorder in these times is like running. If I& #39;m running outside (remember that?) and think I& #39;m going to die on a hill, I pick a mailbox up ahead to make it to. When I get there, I& #39;ll see how I feel. 1/?
Inevitably, when I get there, I pick another mailbox. That& #39;s how I keep running, how I add distance and get better. So, through this period in history (and depression) I& #39;ve been doing the "let& #39;s get to here and reevaluate." Those things have been books, films, shows--ART. 2/?
In July, I made it to @duchessgoldblat& #39;s memoir. She didn& #39;t know she was a marker, but she was and, I must tell you, it was a worthwhile milestone to get to. 3/?
Today I made it to PIRANISI. And, I& #39;m going to stretch out reading it for as long as humanly possible. There& #39;s simply no way it can be a disspointment, because I made it to PIRANISI. 4/?
Sometimes markers are little and close together. Sometimes, markers are a year in the future. Sometimes I forget I& #39;ve made a marker at all until, oh, it& #39;s there and I remember when I felt lower, and still pressed on. 5/?
This is to say, I made it to PIRANISI! So did you. And if you are writing or making art or doing something you question the value of right now--please know what you& #39;re making may be someone& #39;s marker, their mailbox to get to and then reevaluate. Maybe it& #39;s yours. 6/?
Forgive the trite thread, but things always sound this way on twitter. What you do is important. Some of you are already my markers. Thanks. /end
