Makes me a lucky fella.

I may not be good for people in depression. Because maybe I drive them deeper into despair. By trying to find ways to make them happy. When really they are in no mood for happy talk. They probably think that I don’t understand. Which may be true. Some tell me that it’s necessary to experience depression to truly understand it. Could be I’ve never been in depression. Real depression. Certainly, I’ve never been clinically depressed. Maybe I’ve had down moods. But I gather that ain’t valid depression. When my dear wife Jeanne died six years ago, I grieved. I wonder if that could be construed as depression. Anyway, let’s assume I’ve never been depressed. Makes me a lucky fella, doesn’t it? –Jim Broede