“Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.” PeopleSelfNamesRoomsHellDoorsBloodConcernTestsCancerPunishmentSolitaryFeverInsidiousErosionBlood Tests Author:Martha Manning
“The images are visual, auditory, olfactory, kinesthetic. They aren't laid down on the same tracks as thought. And sometimes, when they return to you, it is as if you feel them for the very first time. Memory lives on in the details, like the color of a room, a tone of a voice, the touch of a child, the smell of a man.” IfsMenFeelsFirstsChildrenSometimesVoiceMemoriesRoomsColorReturnFirst TimeTrackDetailsSmellToneVisualsAuditory Author:Martha Manning