I wear depression like a thick wool blanket, draped over my stiff achy shoulders, tripping over the dragging ends, unable to smoothly navigate it as I carry it through my day. Most days, I get ready, paste on a smile and head out the door. Today’s not that day. Already past 10:00am, I rise out of guilt, stumble to the coffee pot, not so much to wake to this sleepy life but rather to reach out for liquid comfort that emotionally eases the tightness in my chest and jaw, aching