Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.