Is depression something we have or something we are?
How do you relate to the unrelatable?
Is it better to have it all or to lose it all?
Are there pre-existing conditions to our lives? Do we come into a world that’s already holding us back? How do we escape the restrictions set for our individual personhoods?
How are we blinded by things that are not what they seem? Can we ever truly see what something really is despite what it claims to be?
Is society more accepting of comforting faleshoods than engaging with pain?