More fine observation of the experience of abuse/depression from George Orwell’s essay, “Such, Such Were the Joys.”
I knew that bed-wetting was (a) wicked and (b) outside my control. The second fact I was personally aware of, and the first I did not question. It was possible, therefore, to commit a sin without knowing that you committed it, without wanting to commit it, and without being able to avoid it…. This was the great, abiding lesson of my boyhood: that I was in a world where it was not possible for me to be good.The two, abuse and depression, are the same plant: the one the root, the other the branch.
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