When I arrived at the doctor’s office the other day, the assistant handed me a clipboard and said, “This is a government survey on depression. It’s stupid, but we have to do it.”
Depression isn’t stupid.
Depression is never stupid.
And I know, because two years ago, my answers would have placed me much closer to the “depressed” end of the scale.
And I have friends who struggle or have struggled with depression.
And you know what? You do, too.