Monday, November 22, 2010
Watching Fezziwig Dance
If you have seen A Christmas Carol you may well remember the scene in which Scrooge is visited by the ghost of Christmas past and taken to a happier time when he was a boy. He was working for Mr. Fezziwig who was hosting a dance for his employees. Scrooge was there watching those happy times, but he was unable to interact in them. He had to watch as happiness played out around him.
I think I can best describe Depression like this. Only instead of the past it is my life and there is only a ghost left of my happier me and I am locked somewhere inside watching life play out around me, unable to be a part of it's happiness.
I laugh and my laughs sound hollow. I smile, but the smiles seem so shallow. I am left watching Fezziwig dance and I want to dance with him, but I am but a shadow and our arms can't link.