if I really wanted to be depressed, I shouldn't have been honest with my family and friends. And I definitely shouldn't have sent out long letters detailing my anguish. I'm now being barraged with phone calls, instant messages, emails checking up on me. I go from one phone call to the next, talking to friends and family who want to know how I'm doing. But especially, they want to offer one of two things: practical solutions (exercise, eat right, do something nice for yourself), and analysis (don't chase affection - you're enacting old patterns).