I’ve suffered from depression since I was eight years old. It isn’t something I talk about […]

Katy lay on the couch, exhausted. Between her graduate classes and the job at the gallery, she didn’t have a lot of free time. She hadn’t gotten home until after nine and by the time she’d finished dinner and managed to catch a couple hours of TV she’d recorded on the DVR, it was half past midnight. Thank God tomorrow was Friday.

— Threads, Chapter 5