"If I had champagne for every time I’ve been asked that question, I’d be right sozzled…"
"But it’s important."
"Sure is. I suppose if I understood why my depression lifted, after more than a year, I’d be better able to prevent it returning. And it was a fucking bastard I don’t want to see again."
"I’d like to know too."
"Well I have enough difficulty with causality, and I don’t want to turn this into a philosophical discussion. I know it’s more important than that."
[At least I’ve started on this; it’s been hanging over me for a few weeks and I know I want to face up to it. But, right now I’ve a mother to collect from Limerick, and a road to travel. I’ll add more later. This might go on a bit…]
"The first explanation I have is that the depression had done its time in me. It did its business and moved on to haunt someone else. It did its worst, or did the worst it could do, in me. It was time for it to pass."
"But that implies you had nothing to do with your depression lifting? Surely that can’t be right."