Where Does Depression Hurt?

After a long, difficult day, fighting with work, fighting with insurance companies, we come home and eat too much pizza, drink some wine, and watch a movie, but I still feel kind of terrible.

"Pookie," I say, hugging myself as we're getting ready for bed, "my skin hurts, and my joints, and everything."

"Well, you had kind of a hard day," she says, watching me sympathetically. "Maybe you're just depressed."