How to cure seasonal depression with literary inspiration

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Her moment of truth comes in the form of a directive from the European Union, which, if passed, would increase the cost of using the postal service for all citizens, effectively rendering the postal department obsolete. She is tasked with garnering interest in favour of the postal service and preventing the bill from amounting to much. They go through the motions, rounding up postal workers and talking to them about their grievances and hopes, while disbelief and apathy are writ large on their foreheads. They know this is a lost cause. Nobody cares about the postal department. And because Ellinor is going through a depressive episode, her mind cannot figure out the best way to hook herself onto her daily arcana, let alone think about something to pique others’ interests. Then, one day, it breaks.

The post office is a great object of romance. There is a list of events which are ‘short story coded’: going to the apothecary, visiting a friend, shredding your lawn’s overgrowth, burying a secret. Going to the post office, too, is short story-coded. You shift a packet of your heartfelt thoughts across the counter after checking that it’s squarely sealed. It is, you confirm. That parcel will be handled from hand to hand, fly above clouds or chug along on trains, roll off of misty hills, and reach someone. And for that to happen, you have to repose your trust in the person handling your stuff, and all other persons down the chain who have to do it due to a sacred, if also professional, obligation. The great link, as romantics would say, of humanity. Ellinor almost winces at this coyness, but she eventually gives in. She makes it her life’s mission to salvage the postal service.

In one of these sessions, in an astute reflection on modern society, a worker tells Ellinor about how our cellphones would fail to conquer challenges that are only surmountable with the help of the post office. Only a worker who lives and breathes in the locality would be able to make out mistaken addresses or realise that the recipient is, in fact, dead, and maybe the sender doesn’t know that. These workers become the arbiters of great messages, big and small. Ellinor realises, like all of us do at some point in our lives, that she is an individual and not a statistic. One of the characteristics of acute depression is a sense of disjunction between the self and the surroundings, breaking the chain of cause and effect. Ellinor understands, amidst her storm of emotional rankling, that before her is a task that is hers for the taking. She begins the PR campaign in earnest, using the gravitas of our human connection as a pitch.

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