Like most creative people, or hell, just people in general, I suffer from bouts of depression. Luckily these instances usually manifest themselves as an overall feeling of apathy and lack of desire to do anything at all. Well, not ‘lack of desire’ exactly, that’s not the right phrase, more like a general sense of hopelessness and pointlessness – the steadfast belief in the inevitable futility of any and all action. I am fortunate – or just too foolish – to not have to take medication, but the depression does take its toll, wearying my soul a little further every time an episode occurs.

Some days, just the supposedly simple act of getting out of bed is a monumental undertaking. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun to be able to forgive myself for this, to accept that...

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