We get all verklempt when a celebrity dies, more so when they commit suicide. And with good reason: it reminds us of our mortality. If these modern-day gods can die, so can we. But depression isn’t a disease of leisure or ennui. It’s a monster attacking ordinary people you know and love, right now, right this moment.
I just got off the phone with my doctor who told me to stop taking my hormonal birth control immediately after I confessed to her the explosive rage and frequent self-harm compulsion I’ve been having over the last week. I’d been off the pill for […]