And yet, even writing this article, I am self-consciously wondering if I will be seen, because of my gender, as a bit wallowy. Shouldn’t I be out chopping down trees or fighting for the King of Sparta or something, and not whining on about depression? Well, I will whine on. Because it is among the most serious healthcare crises in this country and we still have celebrities and public figures and Twitter hate-generators who will, for effect, doubt depression is even an illness. And we also have the wrong idea that sexism is a wholly good thing for men. It is not.