I am on the point of down-right despair. I’m at the bottom looking down because I’m too scared of the thought of looking up since I probably couldn’t bear the realization of the depths to which I have sunken. Depression is no pick-nick I can tell you. You get so low that even shopping at website such as lauritz.com can’t make feel better. I’m not quite there yet though. There is still a possibility, however slight, that I’ll bounce back this time. I really hope so because I don’t know I’ve got the strength to endure ten or so months of my own darkness, demons and devastation. I know what it feels like because I’ve been there before. That’s why, literary and cinematographic qualities not considered, I respect and hold works such as Milton’s Paradise Lost, Dante’s Inferno or any film by Ingmar Bergman in such a high esteem.