Steph:
True story: when my doc first diagnosed me with depression, he sent me home with samples of Zoloft and a videotape about depression (something like "Living with Depression: Now You Have An Excuse to Wear Black"). On the cover of the videotape were these watercolor paintings of butterflies, or something.
I looked closer, and the caption said "These paintings were painted by an artist with no arms, using her feet to hold the brush, and demonstrate the triumph of the human spirit."
THIS is a good thing to give someone who's severely depressed? Armless Art????
... And slightly later:
erika:
And in an ILC, at least ours, nobody says "problem." They say "issue". So and So has mobility issues. How are you doing with your depression issue?
Steph:
::snerk:: My ennui? I think I'm going to start calling it that. Or better yet, give my depression a name. Like George. And then I could say "George is back, that freeloading motherfucker." Or "I'm going to bombard George with drugs until he leaves and never comes back!"
At the very least, my conversation will become much more interesting.
<kisses Steph>