I was raised in a family that was always clouded over by unhappiness. It was not just my immediate family, but my Mother’s family, too. Mostly the women, though the unhappiness was infectious, like a virus, and it inevitably reached out to everyone in its wake, no matter the gender. It took me years to realize the hereditary depression that runs in my family, and the addiction that accompanies it. The latter I figured out sooner, but the depression, I don’t think it came clear to me until honestly last year.