I had breakfast with my Dad this morning it went well. We talked about the depression that I have been having, he told me that he has it occasionally too.

He gave me this little insight, that he can always tells that he is depressed when everyone around all of a sudden become a**holes and he can't understand why?

I of course laughed, because it is so true for me, when I am depressed I hate everyone and everything, including myself.

I love my Dad, he has been with through thick and thin and is still by my side.

Just thought I would share.