“And what a strange emotion disappointment was to circumnavigate. It wasn't a mountain to climb, or a valley to trek. It didn't share the emotional highs that anger brought, nor was it low enough to wallow in depression. It was slow and stagnant, like a marsh on a moor. It sapped your will and made your legs tired. I knew it well.” DepressionEmotionsDisappointmentMarsh Book:An Olive Grove in Ends Source: An Olive Grove in Ends