I blamed my depression on so many things last year it’s impossible to recount them all, but among them are my teeth, my left knee, going freelance, sugar, social media, Zoom, the space between the end of my bed and the wall—less than a foot!—Man Repeller, Mitch McConnell, Mark Zuckerberg, my failure to journal, my personality, my apartment, the DNC, decaf coffee, cops, my hair color, corporate activism, my credenza, the fact that I don’t own these specific Nikes.