Regarding: “Plants And Rags” by PJ Harvey
I have memories of laying in bed and listening to this song over and over while staring at a wall. It’s easy to get lost in an individual piece of it- to follow just the strings, just the vocals, etc. I don’t think I’d identified that I was depressed. I had figured out that I was in pain, and I didn’t like existing. I had zero privacy in the physical world and would sit quietly daydreaming much of my free time. Somewhere nearby this song was the week I stopped eating. It wasn’t abrupt. I just gradually missed meals, spent less time eating at the meals I went to. Stopped drinking outside of meals. It wasn’t 110% intentional. Daydreaming was more comfortable than anything else. That ended with a pretty undignified crawl to a bathroom where I drank out of a tub faucet.
Ah. Youth.
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