There comes a time for those who suffer from depression when we are looking in our threadbare cupboards for anything which helps to sustain.  I personally know that during those times, I find little to nourish me.  The things which used to feel enjoyable no longer hold any interest.  For example I am a book lover, by nature.  I have stacks of books by my bedside.  I frequent both large book stores and small intimate used book stores searching for just the right book to satisfy.  Yet when...