Depression: The public health dimensions of an ancient scourge
Recently a prominent University of Michigan graduate told me that when he was an undergraduate in the late 1960s, he walked by the School of Public Health hundreds of times to and from his dormitory room in Markley.
The words above belong to author William Styron, and they describe his first episode of major depression. The experience belongs to millions.
Ken Warner, who took the reins of the University of Michigan School of Public Health on July 1, is not your typical ivory-tower academic.
Nothing quite prepares you for it: the bleak expanse of snow and ice, temperatures so low they can freeze a sandwich mid-bite, frost flowers the size of small shrubs. Few people live in the Arctic Circle, and not many visit.