Switching on

Photo of a lighthouse against a dark backdrop

The internet contains a near-infinite number of rabbit holes to get lost in. For the past couple of years, I’ve been scurrying down whichever ones I could find. I tend to do that during depressive slumps: hole up in my room, laptop perched on my knees and a network of virtual escapes at my fingertips.

Emerging from a slump can be as difficult as enduring one. I always have to recall how to be myself again. That might mean tapping out a few words of my own, re-establishing contact with friends intermittently kept, or simply changing into a fresh set of clothes. Every time, though, it begins with turning on the lights.