In TV commercials for the latest medication, Depression is portrayed as a bathrobe with eyes that jumps onto a woman and makes her sad. In other commercials, we’re told that “depression hurts” while sad-looking actors sit staring out of windows and sigh dramatically. Most people know what depression is and think that they understand it, but the reality is that they know portrayals, stereotypes, and imagining based on their experiences being depressed. I don’t blame them, since living with any form of illness is something that can’t be imagined accurately without experience.
I’ve come to view depression as a vampire.
Not in the literal sense, of course, since dealing with a genuine blood-drinking creature of the night would be both more terrifying and yet simpler than living under the mental and emotional fog of real depression. Being a writer pretty much guarantees that I’m a self-centered narcissist, but in recent…
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