Why is depression so easily dismissed as a bad mood or whinyness, if you wouldn't tell someone with e.g. asthma to stop wheezing? On the other hand, you can be very ill and still be simply an ass. Are you sure you know where a blasé sense of entitlement stops, and something else begins, something that changes the mind like a limp changes​ the body? Alone for making me face that question, this book is worth while.