About 5 or 6 years ago I was dealing with depression. It was a rough time not just for me but my family. A lot of times when I was just consumed with this depression one of my kids would come up and just hug my neck, tell me they loved me and would go on their way. Times like that help me through those oppressive, dark spells. Even today when I’m just having a regular ordinary “bad day” a hug usually puts things into perspective. Hugs from your kids are a powerful antidepressant.