Depression’s dark waters

(Description: Two ginger cats playing by the roadside)

The first time I muttered something about being caught in waves of inexplicable sadness alternating with equally inexplicable apathy to someone, I was more afraid of their response than my pain. It was after a long period of failed negotiations with the ubiquitous and speedily expounding grey-dark inside my head. I hadn’t yet learned the word for what I was sinking into—a major depressive episode. I would use names of colours to describe the…