For reasons that are a matter of grace, I was filled, early on, with an impulse to turn and face the dark forces that took both these men down. For years, I walked alongside the edge of their abyss, but I never quite fell. Balance prevailed. I had an instinct not to follow in their footsteps. As was true for my father and me, for Henry Duvall and his children, and for all of the men that I treat, recovery from overt and covert depression acts like a circuit breaker. Healing interrupts the legacy of depression’s transmission from parent to child. Like the young knight who must find himself by
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