Friend of great heart and many sorrows, I am inadequate to cheering you. My experience of depression differs significantly from yours. You cannot escape the sadness; I cannot revive my dead will.

Who can blame you for how you feel? My doctors seem good only for keeping me alive. Really, is that good enough? I don't know, and I have little ability to care.

Oh, that I could give you back even a few memories! All I can do, though, is post my subjective affirmation: You have mattered. You do matter.