I debated talking about my father’s suicide; I debated “outing” myself as a depression sufferer; I debated not talking about it and what that meant. I decided in the end that I would be the worst kind of hypocrite if I believed that dialog about depression was essential but was unwilling to start that dialog myself. I hope that my story can help others understand why the traits that cause depression have been both a plague and a gift to so many.
My friend Dave Girard follows up a frank, devastating, beautiful eulogy for his father with a contemplation of his own depression. I loved the original article, and I love this look at how not just to manage or battle depression, but respect the places it can lead and the people it can make us.
Read in full on Ars Technica: Harnessing depression
Mom: Where do they get the bone matter?
Me: They said it was… donated.
Mom: (excited) Cadavers!