When I was so depressed that I couldn’t even drink water, a stranger’s voice saved me.

When I was so depressed that I couldn't even drink water, a stranger's voice saved me.

One of the worst aspects of my episode was the shame that accompanied the days of lying in bed and accomplishing nothing (Photo: Dorothy Herson) I was halfway through Elvia Wilkes’ The Oval, a fictional feminist dystopian novel, when an overwhelming, familiar wave of depression washed over me. It became impossible to decipher the words … Read more