When commerce reflects life

You know that anti-depressant commercial that goes, 'Depression hurts, [name of drug] can help'? It always made me uncomfortable and now I know why: because the stupid ad is totally accurate, because it hurts like a bitch. I walk around all day with a steel plate pressing on my chest. I see good friends and do good work and talk with loving family and basically have and am all that a human being could wish for - but every breath is an effort, every breath pulls in a little less oxygen.