“It is not pleasant to...find yourself exposed to the ravages of an almost daily rain, and to know that...more and more of you will blow off with the first strong wind, making you less and less. Some people accumulate more emotional rust than others. There's continuity between having an iron fence outside your house that gets a little rust spot that you have to sand off and do a little repainting, and what happens if you leave the house for 100 years and it rusts through until it's only a pile of orange dust. And it's that orange dust problem, that's the one we're setting out to address. Depression starts out insipid, fogs the days into a dull color, weakens ordinary actions until their clear shapes are obscured by the effort they require, leaves you tired and bored and self-obsessed. No one has ever been able to define the collapse point that marks major depression, but when you get there, there’s not much mistaking it. When you are depressed, the past and future are absorbed entirely by the present moment, as in the world of a three-year-old. You cannot remember a time when you felt better, at least not clearly; and you certainly cannot imagine a future time when you will feel better.”
Andrew Solomon
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