Attendant to all that was an accompanying shame that I was depressed at all. I had a wife who loved me, children who loved me and who were going to be good adults, a home. And I still had a job. I also had all the privileges society could provide. I was a straight white guy with a college education, so all the machinery of our civilization was arranged to protect me and help me. What the hell did I have to complain about? The thing is, I knew better than to think depression was a result of something. It’s not a reaction, it’s a medical condition.
