The Soul in Depressionhum

i would sit outside the door to my mother's bedroom, and i would hear her crying or just sort of wait for her to wake up. And that was very much the experience of my childhood. I remember even a very strong sort of sensation walking through the door. We lived in an apartment from the time i was about seven till ten. And i remember walking through the door and really feeling a change in the atmosphere. From the sort of vivid outside world, where i loved to be, whatever the weather,. i would walk inside, and i would feel a kind of permeable darkness. And that was my mother's depression.