It is difficult to bring up the subject of depression with just any friend or acquaintance... or cab driver. The response is often the same in that they minimize you before you have the chance to expose yourself in ways not meant for the un-trusted. These days, it is difficult to even find a shrink to do anything but prescribe pills. I would imagine it is part of their job. In the meantime, at least for me, pills have never been good enough and I don't trust them. It makes me think I would be better off just to start drinking beer again and say to hell with it. I'd be dead in less than 5 years. So, the days pass and nothing changes in my head as the races begin every night, all night, sometime between 12 and 1 in the morning and they run through to mid-morning. I guess if you are born with blinders covering your eyes, you start thinking pretty early in terms of shadows and darkness being normal, everyday fun.