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Dealing with clinical depression is a daily fight.
Some days it's easier, some days it's harder.
But every day there's that coiled menace, that thing lying in wait for me, that thing that would undo me, unspeak my name, unwind all that I have done, still my voice before I speak the words of creation.
Every day the combat.
There is a myth very like this.
And the only way I have found to drive back that which undoes my form is the red emotions, the brilliant, luminous rage, sometimes the lust when I have it.
The red emotions, the strong right arm of Set, which defeats Apep before morning.
Some days it's easier, some days it's harder.
But every day there's that coiled menace, that thing lying in wait for me, that thing that would undo me, unspeak my name, unwind all that I have done, still my voice before I speak the words of creation.
Every day the combat.
There is a myth very like this.
And the only way I have found to drive back that which undoes my form is the red emotions, the brilliant, luminous rage, sometimes the lust when I have it.
The red emotions, the strong right arm of Set, which defeats Apep before morning.
