Autobiography no. 29

I can remember it like it was yesterday.
We were standing in the kitchen of our apartment there on 9th Street
and she was deeply frustrated and she said, her voice and body shaking,
“You have depression.”
I argued the point with her at great length,
because I believed
that I had a personality.
So many years have passed since then
and I am still not sure
if either of us were right.