For several years I have battled depression. I have been able to keep it in check with the help of counseling, medication, and TV shows where someone accidentally gets hit in the groin. That last treatment doesn't always work, though. And I've found it is not as funny if you make it happen on purpose, especially at a funeral.
Depression eats away at you from the inside. Worse is that it doesn't even entitle you to use the handicapped spots. This is why it is called "the silent killer". Or maybe that's what they say about gas leaks. I'm not sure. Either way, you still don't get to park near the entrance to the mall.