![]() ![]() Every time I listen to “At The Bottom of Everything” by Bright Eyes now, I am catapulted right back to those too-quiet bus rides.īut Jeremy Messersmith’s sophomore album, The Silver City, which celebrated its 10th anniversary on Sept. Much of the music taste I cultivated during this depression has stayed with me in a way I don’t necessarily like. It felt like nothing, not even changes in my medication, therapy or using my lightbox could pull me deep from within myself. I do remember the music I listened to, though. ![]() When I look back, I remember sitting on that bus fatigued out of my goddamn mind - not much else. I remember sitting on the school bus, listening to Bright Eyes and “ Brackett, WI” by Bon Iver as the stale Minnesota winter covered my neighborhood. I remember being scared that I would never return to myself or be able to cry at something happy again. For most of my freshman year of high school I was clinically depressed - cry-everywhere-but-feel-nothing depressed.
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