Being in a World of One.

When depression deepens and anxiety takes a suffocating grip, it’s interesting to realise that we can never share the resultant feelings with another person and expect emotional rescue. We can talk about them; we can describe them as much as we like and as well as we’re able, but we have to accept that nobody else can truly feel them in the same way. There is some help and a degree of pragmatic understanding available, but in the final analysis the only feelings we can fully know are our own. Or so it seems to me. And if I’m right in this presumption, and if I’m also right when I suggest that perception is the whole of the life experience, it means that we’re all ultimately alone.