Three months of depression, and escape thereof

I didn’t call it ‘depression’, not for the longest time. It was ‘loneliness’, it was ‘a malaise’, it was ‘ennui’. But it’s about time I called a spade a spade…

I don’t know where it came from, it creeped up on me, like a phantom in the night. It’s not like it’s an unfamiliar feeling, I’ve had it before – but the last time I had a therapist, he insisted that it was ‘sadness’, and that I shouldn’t call it depression, because to name it what it was gave it power.

That therapist broke up with me...