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ed and refused to do anything. This is what is termed in<br />

contemporary psychology as a nervous breakdown. My<br />

mother was distressed and ultimately sought medical<br />

experts to help and my aunt was immediately identified as<br />

suicidal and hospitalized in the local psych ward. Despite<br />

all the progress of modern medicine and study of the<br />

human mind, specific labels are actually hard to pin down.<br />

The experts labeled her as depressed and began the first of<br />

a series of drug treatments to "bring her up." This period<br />

ended with my aunt's first suicide attempt.<br />

She had been released from the hospital and was<br />

struggling through her days at home alone. She continued<br />

to try working part-time for her boss's former legal partner.<br />

One day at lunch, she drove her car out to the west side of<br />

town and rolled it "accidentally" in a single car accident.<br />

The roads were clear. There was no black ice and, more<br />

significantly, according to the patrol officer, there were no<br />

skid marks. My aunt was once again hospitalized.<br />

Mood, in all of the depressive states associated with<br />

manic-depressive illness, is identified as bleak, pessimistic<br />

and despairing. A deep sense of futility is often<br />

accompanied, if not preceded by the belief that the ability to<br />

experience pleasure is permanently gone. There is a general<br />

impairment of feeling. Suicidal thinking and behavior are<br />

not uncommon.<br />

In the silence of the winter, midday, there is little sense<br />

of time. The sun is lost behind a pale white-grey sky. There<br />

is light, but it seems sourceless. There are no apparent<br />

shadows. Under the frosty impure and swollen creek ice, I<br />

can see the black earth. The creek is only a half a foot deep<br />

here so, even though it is only early December, it is frozen<br />

solid through. Dark branches loom overhead, reaching,<br />

stretching, framework forming a canopy high over my<br />

head. The snap of a twig echoes throughout the woods. But<br />

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