The rooms of the mind are expansive.  When we are healthy, we move freely through these spaces, moods and thoughts like sunlight, shape shifting through the day.  But depression is a prison.  Moods are darkened corners; thoughts are brutal bondage.  I have witnessed an attempted suicide by a beloved family member and watched others dear to me suffer mild and extreme feelings of hopelessness.  We have all endured sadness, but the persistence of depression seems inescapable.