I debated talking about my father’s suicide; I debated “outing” myself as a depression sufferer; I debated not talking about it and what that meant. I decided in the end that I would be the worst kind of hypocrite if I believed that dialog about depression was essential but was unwilling to start that dialog myself. I hope that my story can help others understand why the traits that cause depression have been both a plague and a gift to so many.
My friend Dave Girard follows up a frank, devastating, beautiful eulogy for his father with a contemplation of his own depression. I loved the original article, and I love this look at how not just to manage or battle depression, but respect the places it can lead and the people it can make us.