I believe I have said that I felt depressed at least once before, actually, while writing these pages.
Although perhaps what I more exactly said I felt once before was a certain undefined anxiety.
Which in that instance would have only been because of my period coming on, however.
Or because of hormones,
And so which would have not really been anxiety at all, but only an illusion.
Even if one would certainly be hard put to explain the difference between an illusion of anxiety and anxiety itself,
And in either case how I still felt this time was depressed.
Even if I had no idea why.
—David Markson Wittengenstein’s Mistress