The Girl is depressed. She "suffers from depression." What a stupid phrase! Are there people somewhere who enjoy depression? "Hey, Mark, I've been feeling depressed lately, you wanna have a party?"

She goes on about her life. Goes to work. Goes out with friends. Makes love to The Boy. Cooks dinner. But all of it has lost its flavor somehow, as if She had an emotional cold.

The Girl has been here before. She knows she isn't sad. There is no cause. She is just blue. They offered to medicate Her, once. She was so hopped up she nearly freaked out. Anti-depressants were like speed, with none of the pleasant side effects.

So The Girl is depressed. This, too, shall pass.