One of depression’s most hurtful aspects is the crushing, all-pervasive feeling of loneliness it can inspire. It was this feeling of loneliness which tormented me as I lie on my hard, uncomfortable hospital bed at Four Winds Saratoga. My mother, anticipating these feelings, came to visit me one partly cloudy June afternoon. With her she brought what she knew to be my favorites: a cozy sweatshirt, a value-sized bag of mini Kit-Kat bars, and the new Pevear-Volokhonsky translation of The Brothers Karamazov. Hugging me, she gave me the items before we sat on my bed. Her eyes, sharpened by years as a psychiatric nurse, studied me for a minute before she asked, “How are you doing?” Knowing I couldn 't respond, she reassuring added, “You’ll be coming home soon.” Relieved, my eyes watered with tears as she hugged me once more before driving back to her nearby hotel. Though she had said little, that night I felt her love and support as much as ever as I quietly ate Kit-Kat bars and strained to read my new book in the
One of depression’s most hurtful aspects is the crushing, all-pervasive feeling of loneliness it can inspire. It was this feeling of loneliness which tormented me as I lie on my hard, uncomfortable hospital bed at Four Winds Saratoga. My mother, anticipating these feelings, came to visit me one partly cloudy June afternoon. With her she brought what she knew to be my favorites: a cozy sweatshirt, a value-sized bag of mini Kit-Kat bars, and the new Pevear-Volokhonsky translation of The Brothers Karamazov. Hugging me, she gave me the items before we sat on my bed. Her eyes, sharpened by years as a psychiatric nurse, studied me for a minute before she asked, “How are you doing?” Knowing I couldn 't respond, she reassuring added, “You’ll be coming home soon.” Relieved, my eyes watered with tears as she hugged me once more before driving back to her nearby hotel. Though she had said little, that night I felt her love and support as much as ever as I quietly ate Kit-Kat bars and strained to read my new book in the