i have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. now and again, the word slips out, but i hate it. 'madness' is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. that word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.
every second beats like an ache.