We don’t know each other, but I know you. We have spent days and months together, each one locked in our own homes. I wrote this book for you and for me. To remind you and to remind myself of our shared ordeal, our common struggle.

Because depression is both common and unique, insidious and transparent, vulnerable just like we are. It was a way for me to tell you: It will pass. To reassure you – and at the same time to soothe myself: our illness can be healed.

Our worst day is precisely that, and nothing more: a day that passes and brings us closer to healing. No matter what depression whispers to us, there is always hope. We are made for better days.