Depression is very much a disease of perception. Everywhere we look are images of perfection—the perfect body, the perfect car, the perfect house, the perfect relationship, the perfect children, etc. We are inundated by these messages that we can never quite measure up to in the media, the movies, fashion magazines, etc. But you know what? Perfection is an illusion, if any of us ever got there we’d just “ascend!!” And yet everyone is trying to attain the unattainable. These images of perfection are hard to live up to at any age, but become particularly glaring as we get older and time starts to march across our faces and bodies. Constant exposure to these images of perfection works on us in subtle, subconscious ways making us feel “less” than we “should be.” And it’s not just in terms of our looks, it’s our relationships, our jobs, the outward image we present to the world – if it’s not perfect, it’s something to be ashamed of. Isn’t that silly? Show me one relationship that is absolutely PERFECT on any level… Show me one career that hasn’t endured it’s share of disappointments… show me one supermodel who won’t point to one flaw on her seemingly perfect body. It’s ridiculous. It’s when we realize that we ARE good enough, that we can fall in love with ourselves. And it’s in that moment that we can actually say, “Hey, I love ME!!” that everything else snaps into place. About 57 BC, Homer said “Nemo dat quod non habet,” which loosely translates to “You can’t give what you don’t have.” Love yourself – not in an egotistical, vain way, but appreciate the gifts you bring to this world and others will too.