Andrew Solomon, in his book, The Noonday Demon writes, “Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.” Depression as a flaw in love. I love that description. Depression is often the means by which we process loss, not just loss of life or some other tangible person or thing, but loss of our own personal hope and life, our history, our our ability to connect with others, these are the nuanced and difficult to navigate terrain of depression, made even more difficult by the voices in us that say, “You have no reason to be depressed, look at your life. So many others have it so much worse than you!”. These voices can make it so much more isolating and difficult to begin to address the cloud that has descended upon our minds and hearts.