Depression

Davey Wreden found acclaim in his twenties, with the Stanley Parable and the Beginner’s Guide. His new game, Wanderstop, grapples with the depression that followed.

Since childhood, the filmmaker and “Morning Show” actor has dealt with the ups and downs of depression—a struggle he calls “the Woog.” Now he’s sharing what he’s learned.

The Hulu series tackles depression, the carceral state, and racial tension in L.A. It’s also laugh-out-loud funny.

In “How Not to Kill Yourself,” a memoir on suicide, the author returns to the obsessions and self-obliterations that have recurred in his fiction and essays.

The Brazilian writer and publisher rejects the assumption, common in autobiographical writing, that memory should create meaning.

“All I take anymore is mushrooms for my anxiety, ketamine for my depression, and ibuprofen for the goblins constantly eating my feet.” 

A family tragedy sheds light on a burgeoning mental-health emergency.

In this short film, a woman covers up her struggles, and finds herself disconnected at a family celebration.

The mind-altering drug has been shown to help people suffering from anxiety and depression. But how it helps, who it will serve, and who will profit are open questions.

From the magazine’s archive: pieces on the mysteries and intricacies of psychoanalysis.

Christine Smallwood’s début novel inhabits the abyss between what we think about and what we actually do.

Your morning meal has got its eye on you, and it may not like what it sees.

New York is getting its first psychedelic-medicine center, with the help of a startup called MindMed, which develops hallucinogens to treat mental illness and addiction, and is funding an institute at N.Y.U. Langone Medical Center.

For a Chinese college student adjusting to life in the U.S., anger and sadness felt like dark secrets, but the idea of seeing a therapist was daunting.

I worry that I’ll stop feeling like myself. Whatever that means.

How does treatment change when your patients are on a screen?

In the course of twenty-five years, Dr. F helped me find something to hold on to: not only an imaginable future but also a known past.

To younger Americans, the future looked grim even before the coronavirus. And yet they are the ones leading the constructive response to our dilemma.

Listening, my shoulders dropped. The muscles in my neck and face relaxed. I breathed more deeply. I prayed and I wept.

The poet Heather Christle’s book, which is built of fragments of varying lengths, examines the science, sociology, and history of weeping.