When I am in a state that I call melancholy, I still have hope and love. I'm wallowing in some bit of misery about the state of the world and my inability to wave a magic wand and make it all better. Under it all, though, I still maintain hope and love. My melancholy is always an expression of my idealism. there is a loneliness that comes with the feeling that begins with the idea that I have let everyone down in some huge and unforgivable way.
Depression on the other hand, again, for me, happens when my idealism turns to cynicism. At those times, I have no hope nor do I feel loving toward humanity. There is no loneliness in my depression. I don't want other people around me or to acknowledge my existence. I feel like the world has let me down. There is no hope, no love and no reason to live.
I haven't been depressed in quite awhile. (whew!) Sometimes I like to wallow in melancholy, I never like depression.
Love,
Love and Light
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