When I was ten, I loved a science-fiction TV show called “The Prisoner.” I was too young to fully understand it, but one chilling part of the story involved a huge black sphere that rolled out of nowhere to pursue the escaping prisoner. It was relentless and horrifying. There was no getting away from it; the prisoner was always consumed. That’s what depression feels like to me, and this summer was the worst episode yet.

For many weeks, I didn’t even realize what was happening. I felt totally drained of energy, but I was used to fatigue; I’ve had AIDS for nearly nine years. Read more →