Personas: Ariadne Κοιμώμενος (The Sleeper)

Gleyre, étude pour la danse des Bacchantes, musée cantonal des beaux arts de Lausanne

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

IMG_1092 copy - Sleeping Ariadne. Copy after antique by Paolo Andrea Triscornia (about 1798)

I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word ‘madness’ to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression…depression is pure dullness, tedium straight up. Depression is, especially these days, an overused term to be sure, but never one associated with anything wild, anything about dancing all night with a lampshade on your head and then going home and killing yourself. The word madness allows its users to celebrate the pain of its sufferers, to forget that underneath all the acting-out and quests for fabulousness and fine poetry, there is a person in huge amounts of dull, ugly agony.

― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

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2 thoughts on “Personas: Ariadne Κοιμώμενος (The Sleeper)

  1. You’ve given me a lot to think about. Especially since this hits me on such a deep level.

    • There are so many kinds of madness, and I think the Greeks were right that some madnesses are the antidote to other madnesses.

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