Thanks

The New York Times ran a piece by Dick Cavett about depression, which I really like. I have had (non-working) days when the biggest thing I've managed to accomplish is folding up four pieces of clothing and carrying them three blocks to the dry cleaner.

I've gotten to listen to a lot of people give me advice, too, although most of it centers on the idea that if I could just love myself, then everything in my life would go well, and I would no longer feel sad. Tips on how to do this never follow.

I wonder if I hear this advice (as opposed to the playing tennis/going swimming sort) because that is the sort of advice people I know dispense, or if I hear it because it is so blatantly obviously that I don't feel this way about myself?