Dear "Simmering Depression",
I'm quoting you because, like you, I am new here, and like you, an incoming fog ("simmering") depression seemed to be my middle name. I always thought I was like a character in the old Li'l Abner Sunday comics, a creepy little guy dressed all in black who lurked behind trees spying on everyone. There was always a black cloud over his head and it seemed wherever he showed up, trouble followed. I used to joke, "I've been down so long it looks like up to me." The black cloud is still there, BTW.