This isn’t the first time I’ve written about depression and what it’s like. It won’t be the last. Publishing that piece — or, more accurately, realizing as I type this that I published it for real — gave me the frets. It’s not even that drastic a work. It hardly says anything about what it’s like. But it was something that I wanted to get out there, in part because it gestures toward my self-awareness on Twitter (more aware than maybe some think) and in part because I thought it was the sort of thing that people outside of our little circle here might find helpful.
It’s nothing new. Lots of people have said it before. I wanted it said again.