What’s a good metaphor for depression? There’s a billion of them out there. That whole bell jar thing being particularly notable.

How about a sink. Your mind’s a divided sink. And one basin is for the good memories, and one basin is for the not so good memories.

But the good stuff sink has a leak. So even when you try to fill the basin, it slowly empties until it’s dry. And the bad stuff sink has a clog. So even when it should be going down the drain, the bad stuff keeps pouring in.

And then the bad stuff sink fills to the top, and spills over into the good stuff sink. Then even your good memories have been tainted by the bad ones.

Is the goal then to unclog the bad memories sink, and patch up the good memories sink? Or is it to merge the two sinks into one, and just have a big basin of mixed memories?

So instead of psychologists and psychiatrists, depressives, like everyone really, just need to find a reliable plumber.