The Great Depression

I read today that the suicide rate in the New Orleans area has doubled though the population is much smaller, and that half that population is clinically depressed, crying in the grocery store. Am I ready for that? I still cry a few times a week myself, randomly, on the train or over my lunchtime sandwich. At least down there people will understand why I'm crying. Miss S is going back for a week's visit. She left today, I think.