I am not my brain

It has been an arduous week. It is at the risk of spinning back into the various pits of depression and despair that I attempt to describe it here. I have visited, in these past seven or fourteen or twenty-one days, what I hope will be the darkest and deepest pits of my tortured soul. And it is not that I spotted anything particularly ugly in there: it is simply that I experienced for the first time the effects of being completely debilitated by ones thoughts.
And it has been particularly intense, and extremely debilitating.
I have been discouraged by a consistent stream of deceptive messages from my unfortunate brain.
I have been encouraged by the reassurance I have distilled particularly from my latest bible, You are not your brain. Indeed, I am not my brain, and I intend to prove it by overcoming the effects of believing that nonsense, and by demonstrating it.