I've inflicted a lot of suffering on myself, which may have been stupid, but at least I never felt fragile.
They only cover those who are referred to health services, and exclude those – like myself – who are suffering, or have suffered, in silence.
Already, I found myself suffering some trepidation when telling friends I'd been listening to the band.
I became depressed within weeks of enrolling, and found myself suffering from a crippling sense of failure.
Watching news clips from the Louise Woodward trial, I found myself suffering, not for the first time, from acute double vision.
After all this research, I find myself suffering from what Michael Pollan, in his book "The Omnivore's Dilemma," calls "ethical heartburn".
To give an idea of how distressing this is, I can only say that the trauma of losing my mother when I was 31 – to suicide, sadly – was considerably less than what I had endured during the years prior to her death, when I was suffering from depression myself (I had recovered by the time of her death).
Last June, when I took a weeklong vacation to the Caribbean, I found myself suffering some pretty serious withdrawals when I couldn't compulsively check my Email or the latest tech news.
And yet I never found myself suffering from cuteness overload.
Unable to find a cab, I found myself suffering through Austin heat and walking a few miles to catch their second show that day.
