No four words felt better when I was depressed than these, spoken by so many friends so often: This too shall pass. It didn’t matter who said them: my mom, who I figured was lying; my friends, who I knew were being nice; or my therapist, who I suspected wanted to get paid. When my...

I’m still bothered by all the hype awhile back about antidepressants not working any better than sugar pills because I know that the people who need treatment–possibly those that will go on to take their lives–read that story and decided there was no hope in medicine. That’s why I like to publish insightful articles like...

Knowing when to commit yourself or a loved one to the hospital to be treated for severe depression can be a very gray matter. I wish there was a set of directions much like those when you are in labor: if contractions come within five minutes of each other and last a minute long, pack...

According to Mental Health America, depression is as costly to the US economy as heart disease or AIDS, costing over $51 billion in absenteeism from work and lost productivity. The average lost time at work due to depression is approximately 172 million days yearly. Staying productive at work is undoubtedly among the most challenging components...

I’m usually pretty good at hiding my tears from my kids, but lately I’ve been busted a few times because they come so frequently and don’t go away. How do I respond when my grade-schoolers ask me why I’ve been crying? How do I explain this insidious illness to them? Two years ago I wrote...