I was lying spread-eagled on my living room floor when I returned. It was like a movie scene of traveling through time or returning from a flashback. In fact, that was my first thought—“I’m back.” My second thought was, “From where?” But I knew from where. I had returned from an intense episode that had lasted months. And with that, for the first time in my life, at age 40, I learned I suffered from depression.
