May 27 Daily Entry -- Polar Bear Depression

Last night I had a dream (I know, we never talk about dreams because other people aren't interested in them) in which I was at a school, and for some reason the school had a polar bear in a polar bear cage. The trainer was caught by the polar bear, taken into the pit, and mauled, but she managed to get out alive, and I was helping to call 911. I couldn't see her, but it was my job to explain the injuries. I knew her limbs were mutilated, but I had no idea if she had torso wounds.

When my depression attacks, it is like that. It is like my brain is being mauled by a polar bear, and it hurts. It's my job to tell someone about the injuries, but I don't know the extent of them and I can't explain them.