In a Trice, She Woke up, Sat up in Her Bed, and Eyeing the Stranger, Inquired Who he Was by Warwick Goble from Folk Tales of Bengal
(okay Warwick Goble spam done)
Sinbad carries the Old Man of the Sea on his shoulders (by young_robynmarie)
I’ve been fighting off depression for the last six months. I don’t know if it’s my migraine-related medication causing problems or anxiety about the future, but today I realized I feel like Sinbad the Sailor. In the Arabian Nights, he is enslaved by the Old Man of the Sea, who rides his shoulders with his legs twisted around his neck, “riding him both day and night until Sinbad would welcome death.”
I’m not ready to welcome death, but I do feel like I’m constantly fighting off the blues. Trying to stay busy, trying to remember the positives and blessings I have. I feel this depression is constantly twisting around my neck.
Sinbad solved the problem with wine, so perhaps there is my answer.