“We all know that depression is a nasty, destructive mood disorder. But the problem is, many people skirt over just how debilitating it can be.” Guilt, swift and strong, wrapped around my heart. Simon sighed. “Let me ask you this, Cael.” I hung off his every word. “If Cillian had had a terminal illness, if he’d had a long battle with, let’s say, cancer, would you be angry at him for dying?”
