Guardian Weekly Letters, 20 December 2013 | Guardian Weekly:
"A two-page spread on depression, written exclusively from the point of view of health professionals, leaves me feeling usurped, silenced and turned into a problem that needs fixing (Antidepressant use rises in rich nations, OECD finds, 29 November). Surely the many of us who inhabit this territory, this particular way of being human, are the experts?
One of the difficulties with any discussion about depression is the word itself, which lumps together conditions as distinct as a bad hair day, existential sorrow and life-threatening biochemical meltdown. Exogenous depression, caused by stressful life events, requires a very different approach to my own endogenous variety, where neurotransmitters that are innately awry shape temperaments characterised not so much by unhappiness as by a lack of robustness, and by anxiety. Artists, mystics, prophets, introverts and canaries in the mine cluster at this part of the human spectrum."
!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition
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