Thank you. Have my upvote. But it alarms me that my simple comment asking for evidence received so many downvotes. Even if we despise the cretin in chief we still have to ask for evidence.

Where’s the evidence that this is an authentic birthday card from Trump?

Hmm… yeah, you can tell I’m skeptical of the chemical solutions.

I’m of an age where tracking my own hormonal changes is hard enough without adding any variables. But I appreciate your thoughtful recommendation. And I’m absolutely delighted you know longer deal with the whole sudden impulse to fall in front of a bus. I’ve never jumped but the thought comes… it’s comfortable now I guess. I don’t know who I’d be without it.

Where are you doing service?

Should we also allow them to let AI write their essays?

What if all we have done is turn it into an epidemic?

I hate to be the old dude in these conversations — but yeah… sometimes you just fucking deal. 90% of my life is depression, suicidal ideation, and intrusive thoughts. Ten percent is that I’m the life of the party, the fun guy at work. Honestly, in meetings, when it’s been dark, execs turn to me and say, “Wow, silver lining?”

And I deliver.

So… I don’t complain. I raise a family. I exercise. I see depression as the norm. Why would I think anything else if it is all I have ever known?

And yet of course there are the brief moments of satisfaction when I am doing service for others — which is how I see my work, which makes my life meaningful.

Cure for depression? Ain’t one. But there is service, which is the cure for meaninglessness.