126. The Limerence Effect

The power—and risks—of a name

“I too, feel depressed,” I texted my mother from an island rock perched in crystalline Lake Tahoe.

My mother’s passing feeling of depression was referring to two suitcases in the back of a storage closet. They hadn’t been used in twenty-three years, relics from the trip she and I were on when my father died. My feeling of depression wasn’t so much wrapp…