Supposedly, when asked how he was able to carve such a magnificent statue, Michelangelo said that he considered the marble and “chipped away all that wasn’t David.”
It occurs to me that life is a process of chipping away. When you deal with depression the process is survival itself. As moods swell and dissipate, you have to learn to find those things that remain true and concrete both in the depths of misery and the heights of mania. Those are the anchors, the constants, and there are precious few of them. They allow you to discard the fantasies both light and dark, to compare the truth you knew in happiness with what you know in despair, to chip away what is not real. To carve away all that is not you.