Reality Check 3

I usually go to Kamp Krusty when I want a laugh. Imagine my surprise when I found instead, a searingly honest confession of weakness and the strange twists and turns of guilt so often connected (indelibly, it seems) with weakness. First here, and then a follow-up here. I do not suffer from depression. But people very close to me have, and for some medication has been a great boon. If there is one thing I would like to say to Brant just now, it's thank you.

Go on over there and get your reality checked. I mean it.