
(Continued from last week. Read part one here.)
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This isn’t real. It’s just a column on a website. Here’s how I’d like to approach the topic instead. When I heard the song "The Prize" by Gravenhurst, this is what it made me think about depression: 'As any counsellor or therapist worth their salt will tell you, excessive time spent ruminating is time spent doing something akin to self-harm. The point where you start going over past events again and again, is the point where the logical and linear exploration of an unfortunate or unpleasant series of events gets twisted into a loop that it is near impossible to escape from; where necessary examination of the past becomes a tar pit of depression in the present.
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