That's an interesting question to think about sj, thank you. I can describe my depression.... it is like a heavy ball of black or grey clay in my stomach, in my guts. Sometimes it tries to get into my soul. My T gives me enough love, so the clay becomes soft and easier to work with. At the end I hope it will become a wonderful sculpture of an angel, and with my T I'll paint it white. It means the depression will not be forgotten, but be changed to something better. To love and truth. Integrated in my body, a part of me, but nothing scary anymore. It must be possible. ... Thanks to my T... and you guys. This site is starting to mean a lot to me. thank you. Altho I'm afraid and anxious and sad, I try to trust.