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| There was a time, when the low tick of a clock was a triggering moment for me. During the worst times of my depression, the clock was one of my worst enemies. The minutes, the hours, the days dragged by so slowly it was a torture. All I wanted was that damn clock to chase the time away, till I could sleep and shut out the endless pain of the day. And yet sleep never fell either. And so I would lie there at night, listening to the sound of the clock counting down even more endless, painful hours. Just when I thought surely an hour must have gone by by now, I would look and I was lucky if it had been five minutes. Now, many years the later, and in a much better headspace, I enjoy listening to my cuckoo clock tick away during the night and the songs it plays on the hour and half hour, and I find a peace and comfort in it. It may be a different story one day, if the darkness returns as it was back then, but for now, a clock ticking is soothing if anything else. |
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