And so we came forth and once again beheld the stars.
Depression is a sunless planet, a poisonous fogbank.
Depression is a painful closing down of the senses. Depression used to be called melancholia, a word which appears in the English language as early as the year 1303. So the word depression has slithered innocuously through our language like a slug, leaving little trace of its intrinsic malevolence, and preventing, by its very insipidness, a general awareness of the horrible intensity of this dreadful and raging disease. A Memoir of Madness. Styron recounts, Depression came on suddenly while I was in the glorious city of Paris to receive a prestigious literary award.