Depression has taken another person from the world. That he was funny and talented doesn’t make it any more or less upsetting. It just means more people know about it — but it happens to others every day.

I’ve never been suicidal, but I have struggled with depression. I know the hopelessness. I know how trapped and alone it can make you feel. I hope it never takes me to darker places than it already has.

All I can do is think about my son. How do I protect him? How do I keep him from feeling the way I have at my lowest? How I keep him from feeling the way I feel today?

The deeply unsatisfying answer is, of course, that I don’t. Not for sure, anyway. I can only do my best — love him, teach him and pick him up when he falls down. And hope that it’s enough.

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