Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.
I like when the ice gets thin, the going gets rough, the guests get edgy.
Being the offspring of English teachers is a mixed blessing. When the film star says to you, on the air, 'It was a perfect script for she and I,' inside your head you hear, in the sarcastic voice of your late father, 'Perfect for she, eh? And perfect for I, also?'
Perhaps the saddest irony of depression is that suicide happens when the patient gets a little better and can again function sufficiently.
A grown man, weeping, is a tough thing to see.
