Future Here Now: Us worn out weirdos

Reprise

This piece has appeared somewhere (Medium? blog? somewhere). It was one of my first public admissions of my chronic depression (I’ve been on meds for 20+ years).

But given the posts this week about innovators’ anxiety and the struggles that working parents face, revisiting the question of depression and being mothered, supported, seemed to make a lot of sense.

I would add something to this now, though, as my kids are mostly fledged and that statement, though it hasn’t gone away, doesn’t assert itself in my mind quite as often as it used to: