The Speech, The Encounter, Our Depression

In which I discuss my membership in That Stupid Club No One Wants To Belong To But Is There Through No Fault Of Their Own, i.e. those of us who live with clinical depression.

A foreword: This post deals with dark themes about clinical depression. If you’re easily triggered by the subject, please proceed with caution or skip it altogether. As for my own journey with the disease, I’m not looking for sympathy with this essay so pretty please with sugar on top, don’t feel sorry for me. I’m fine. Clinical depression is a manageab…