I'm learning to fight my demons: One man's struggle with depression

Some years ago, I went to see an acupuncturist. I told him my woes, of which, as usual, there were many, and he was quite aghast at what he heard.

'It's not acupuncture you need,' he said with impressive honesty. 'It's therapy. You strike me as someone who has everything going for him. You have a nice home, a happy marriage, you love your children, you enjoy your work, yet all you seem to want to do is wallow in a swamp of misery and imagine you're a failure.'

'OK, I'll try therapy,' I said...