I'm honestly not
sure, but I suspect it must take some effort to get depressed, and I
simply don't exert that effort. At times, however, when my
circumstances have been extremely distressing (shortly after my
arrest for example, when I was kept for more than a year in a holding
cell in the noisiest part of the jail, and constantly harrassed and
insulted by the guards, or during the two-plus years I spent in a
dark bug-infested cell with slime and mold growing on the walls in
Riverside, California, in both cases having no T.V. or radio, and
terrible food), I would simply empty my mind, or think about things
that I didn't find depressing. I got “stressed” at times, but I
don't recall ever getting depressed. I cried a lot shortly after my
arrest, but even through the tears I once looked my attorney in the
eyes and said; “Don't worry about me, I'm okay,” and smiled, to
reassure him that I was not going over any “edges” anytime soon.
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