Once upon a September… I went through an intense depressive lull. For those of you who have depression or love someone who does, you know that it can be cyclical or seasonal.

Depression can look like a thousand things. My depression looked like a dark tide creeping in.

Once my depression hit, I felt like I was underwater. This was not a tide – it was a tsunami, and I could not catch my breath.

But depressive lulls, like tides, have an ebb and a flow.

The thing we can’t see in the middle of depression is that so many of the things we thought were broken or irreparably harmed are just...