I have never had the “pleasure” of suffering from clinical depression, I suppose that what I am able to imagine is a nothing compared to reality.
I read – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antidepressant#History – that until the late 50’s opioids were used to treat major depression. I suppose that the ostracism generated against these substances put an end to their use, despite their effectiveness.
To make this image I used Krita with a graphic tablet.
If their own security monopolizes every thought, if deep concern is devouring, it remains only the pathetic barbed wire that has wraped us.
If the composure is not allowed, if a grinning humor is required, there is room only for the grotesque. In the same way as the image here proposed.
Small neuronal rendering accompanied by a short essay taken from “An anthropologist on Mars” by Oliver Sacks.