When my husband left me stranded and jobless in Buenos Aires with a baby (we were living in London at the time), the very same day my adored father died, they tried to give me a pill for my "depression." My answer was: My father died, my husband left me with a baby, all my belongings stayed in London, and I have no job. If I’m not sad, I would be crazy. If you see me happy and dancing around, that’s when you should offer me antidepressants.