Will my kids ever care or know that I was depressed as fuck but I saw it through? Is that something that’s possible with a new generation and open communication? They’re five and eight now and obviously it’s something I don’t share. But no matter how times have changed is depression something that can be shared between a parent and child (other than genetically)? I hope they’re not like me.

The title is an old alkaline trio song, as if it’s not obvious that I’m ancient.