Depression was a component of my life–the background, although not usually the content, of the work, and the engine of most of my investigation into the various things I looked into: wine, woman, song, religion. Just trying to get on top of it. Just trying to beat the Devil. I never knew what it was, because I had nothing to complain about, but still, there was this background of anguish that seemed to prevail. I tried all the anti-depressants, right up to Prozac; most of it made me feel worse. Nothing worked. And it lasted most of my life–until a couple of years ago, gradually this background of distress dissolved. I remember saying to myself one morning, ‘This must be how everybody feels. It’s good.’
From Songs Of Love, Not Hate by Sylvie Simmons. Yahoo! Music: Oct 8, 2001. Photo by Gabriel Jones.
A similar version of this story can be found at “I remember sitting in the corner of my kitchen, which has a window overlooking the street. I saw the sunlight that shines on the chrome fenders of the cars, and thought, ‘Gee, that’s pretty.’ I said to myself, ‘Wow, this must be like everybody feels.'” Leonard Cohen On The End Of His Depression
A summary of Leonard Cohen’s depression, its treatment, and its disappearance is available at Leonard Cohen’s Depression, Its (Failed) Medical Treatment, & Its Resolution
I am republishing selected posts from my former Leonard Cohen site, Cohencentric, here on AllanShowalter.com (these posts can be found at Leonard Cohen). This entry was originally posted Sept 6, 2018.