The Sundays and days of depression

Hubby's played an album by The Sundays tonight which is so beautiful with sparkly guitars and Harriet Wheelers lovely "ethereal" vocal. It takes me back to when I was a student and felt severely depressed to the point where the only music I could listen to was basically cheerful or beautiful like this. I was so cut off from life and the Universe that I might as well have been dead and I felt nothing but pain.

I now realise how sick I was back at that time and how open to abuse I was from self-seeking and damaged people. I left town and returned home where I spent a long time recovering from the damage I caused to myself by staying as long as I did. I spent a long time wanting REVENGE for the pain I'd endured and dished out. Now, I realise the others were just as damaged as me and that we were all misfits and outsiders there. I belonged to that world despite feeling that I didn't.

Now, I feel outside, but comfortable with that status and only now am I starting to feel free.

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Sound-track to those days

U2
The Smiths
The Cure
Nirvana
Hole
Blur
The Sundays
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Manic Street Preachers
R.E.M
Chumbawamba
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Therapy?
Martha and the muffins
Violent Femmes
Nine Inch Nails