The Upswing (or, Every Dip Has His Day)

Quick little blurb on coming out of depression:

It's literally like coming out of the dark. You've been underground for an awfully long time. The clatter and din of society, the bright light of day which initially drove you down, while now welcome, is unfamiliar; cacophonic; confusing. The trappings and habits of self-destruction still cling to you, seemingly as obvious as lily-white skin, though they wither and atrophy the longer you can stand to be in the light. Still, your flesh is tender and cannot bear much exposure to the sun. Desire as you might to reach out and grab hold of that very sun itself, to kiss it with smoldering lips and fuse into its glow, at first you can barely even gaze upon it.

To paraphrase, I'm trying to lay down an emotional base tan.

p.s. any logical fallacies in the previous post are really tacky to point out