This week I’m getting my anti-depression med adjusted so that it’ll last longer throughout the day. And today a fresh wave of depression crashed over me with surprising force. I thought I had to leave work early. Luckily it passed. Nevertheless I’m looking forward to how the adjusted meds will better help. It turns out depression feels like bereavement. It digs down and pulls you under. And I’m glad my meds are helping me stay afloat above it. The reformer Martin Luther also suffered from depression. They didn’t have meds like we do. I’m thankful to be alive in the 21st century.