Last Saturday, I arrived home from the 9th International Conference on Bipolar Disorder in Pittsburgh only to wake up with a bad cold. I've been pretty much flat on my back the whole week. If I had to describe depression to someone, I would say it's a lot like a cold only without the cold symptoms. Feeling psychically miserable, no energy, can't think, just want to go to sleep and not wake up.
Then again, maybe there is no separation between a cold and depression. At the bipolar conference,...
