Serotonin is an asshole. Or maybe it's my brain, and its inability to correctly distribute the serotonin, that's the asshole. Either way, if I don't take a small pink pill every morning, I—like more than 25 percent of the American population—can be quickly swallowed up by a thick, heavy fog of depression. And that fucking sucks.
Depression has affected my schoolwork, my job, and my relationships—and even when I'm feeling good, I know it's in there somewhere. There's always an elephant in my brain, a sad devil on my shoulder; I rarely feel 100 percent free of its grasp, and just one bad day can make me start to worry that it's coming back again.
Jeff Rosenstock, singer with the (for now) defunct band Bomb the Music Industry!, seems to know how this feels—he's addressed depression over and over again in both BtMI! and his solo songs. And while I don't personally know him (save for a couple interviews we've had over the years), his music and lyrics have done me more good than just about every therapist I've ever spent awkward, tear-filled hours with.