I've begun to consider the possibility that depression is good for me. I notice things that happy people don't notice. I care more because I'm more sensitive to people's pain. I absorb their misery and feel like them. It makes me want to help people. It makes appreciate people in a different way. I love them for their happiness and sadness. Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, happiness is ignorance. Is happiness ignorance? Ignorance of the pain and suffering that surrounds us? The desperate need to be happy. We must ignore the evil, accept it, deal with it, anything but let it get to us. Happiness is bliss. I don't want ignorance. If ignorance is bliss then I don't want bliss. Maybe depression isn't my disease. Maybe it's my cure.