1/ Last year on #BourdainDay, I wrote openly about my depression, with the intention to help de-stigmatize the disorder. I do speak more freely about my depression with friends and loved ones, but rarely talk about it here. https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/food/wp/2019/06/21/on-the-anniversary-of-anthony-bourdains-birth-its-time-we-talk-about-depression/

2/ For obvious reasons, last year feels light years away from where we are today. I realize many are struggling with unemployment, racism, isolation and more. Many are worse off than I am. I also realize this kind of thinking is a trap: It diminishes our troubles at our own risk.

3/ I wanted to offer an update on where I am, one year later: I'm still seeing the same therapist, an amazing woman who has shared many insights on my struggles. But we both know that even with therapy, my days can be dark. My depression prefers to attack me. I'm a safe target.

4/ But I am making that shift, slowly, surely. More often, I direct the anger where it needs to go. I'm not talking about toxic anger, the big, explosive kind that hurts everyone in the vicinity. I'm talking small, pinpoint anger that speaks its mind and stands up for itself.

5/ This kind of anger is liberating to me when used right. It feels like freedom. Depression feels like prison. On Bourdain Day, I hope you take a moment to reflect on your own mental health and take the actions to improve it, if necessary.