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10-31-2007 15:34
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There's an 800 lb. gorilla in the room. It's the reason my ex left me for another woman, why my friends abandoned me during my illness, why my family thought they would 'enable' the depression if they came to my aid for too long. No one will tell me or explain what my 800 lb. gorilla is, or looks like or why it caused all these things to occur. I was never mean and I didn't subject them to any neediness. Depression rejects needs. The gorilla still lives with me. I've named him Sisyphus. He's my one loyal, dark and mysterious companion.
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