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 about all those years when you didn't know you were depressed. You didn't know the word.
She's right. There were all those teen-age years when depression wasn't something...


