Sitting by myself recently, I thought of the reality of depression in old age. Hormones are raging, thoughts are all over the place, life is happening, you’re probably less financially stable than you planned or expected and so on, and so forth. I liken this to the adolescence years. While people can understand and relate to a teenager acting up, this allowance is not available to ageing people. They are expected to know better and do better. But the afflictions they face are real and sometimes totally out of their control.