When my brother killed himself eleven years ago, there was great consternation among his friends, his colleagues, and his family. How could such a skilled, well-known and respected journalist, with two Pulitzer Prizes, be so unhappy as to commit suicide?
My wife said, "I knew it would happen some day."
I asked her how she... Read more
The diagnosis at the bottom of my bill said, dysthymia.. My psychiatrist had told me that he was going to send that diagnosis to the insurance company. "What is it?" I asked.
It was many, many years ago. I was in my 30s and re-starting therapy after moving across the country. My mood was not good. I felt inadequate to the task of finding work. I... Read more
Okay, this seems
like a stupid question.
After all,
there's nothing you can do when you
get depressed, except take your meds, if you're on them; say your
cognitive-behavioral mantras, if you're with that kind of a therapist; go to
your therapist and cry.
Well, actually,
there are other things I do to try to
get... Read more
The other day my daughter asked me what I
was going to write next. I told her that I had no idea, that I'd actually
written everything I had to say about depression.
Horse-pucky, she said, using a wonderful
family euphemism. You have lots more to
say about depression.
Okay, I asked, What?
Well, she said, What... Read more
Good day, folks.
I'm back from a year's absence, during which time I had
chemotherapy for a resurgence of my on-going non-hodgkins lymphoma.
Just when I thought I was done with that, I had pneumonia;
spent Thanksgiving of 2007 in the hospital. Very pleasant visits from my
daughters and my wife.
Then, just when that... Read more