The tired spot....

“Nothing touches the tired spot.”

That’s how Abraham Lincoln described his depression. In the midst of trying to keep the country (and his own house) from splitting in two, he’d frequently be laid low by dark nights of the soul. I’ve read many takes on depression, and nothing comes close to that phrase.

The tired spot.

You can’t rest your way out of it. You can’t sleep your way out of it. You can’t run away from it. You can’t drug or drink or talk your way out of it. It’s like an itch you can’t quite reach. It’s feeling like it’s 3am all the time. You’re constantly waiting on the jump scare.