Here are the first few lines of a poem I wrote in 1992 about depression. Depression isn’t a dragonThat overtly threatensAnd awakensVanquishing knightsInside ourselves. Rather,It is a silent enemyThat infiltratesAnd becomes part of the landscape,Assuming more and more prominenceUntil takeoverIs accomplished. Depression always wants to be a close companion in my life, but, with God’s… Read More