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Now she was very rarely alone, and if she was, her thoughts were commandeered by her family obligations. Neglected meanings piled up like unopened letters. She knew they contained ever more threatening reminders that her life was unexamined.

"It's so difficult because your will is what gets you through life," Sally had said last night. "Why should you want to break your child's will? That's what our mothers wanted to do. That is what is meant to be 'good' -- being broken."

Was there any activity which didn't freeze into a role? Could he listen without being a listener, think without being a thinker?

That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself