I slept well, felt healthy and happy; finished the chores, and even chatted with a friend or two. My father was diagnosed with clinical depression 30 years ago, long before it was acceptable to even discuss it openly. Even though I looked forward to seeing him all week, I could not get myself to be around him for long. “It makes him very sad and uncomfortable, so be careful not to bother him,” my mother would tell us. As I began to accept I was in trouble and needed help, I started to feel better.

Source: The Hindu October 08, 2016 09:56 UTC