I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.

In this cash-rich, time-poor culture of ours, the most precious commodity we have is time...volunteering our precious time, is in this brutally self-involved world, the most truly selfless act

I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.

"Sometimes", says a fellow depressive, "I wish I was in a full body cast, with every bone in my body broken. That's how I feel anyway. Then, maybe, people would stop minimising my illness because they can actually see what's wrong with me. They seem to need physical evidence."

...it's what charity truly means, that compassion for each other's vulnerability

As weird as it might seem to some people, there is nothing I love more than an empty house and the sound of silence.