Let’s see… some would call me gluttonous because of my size, I am sentimental, John persists in calling me lazy despite evidence to the contrary, and I am (as we already know) very depressed. Oh… and my name, Melanie (meaning dark one or black one), comes from the same Ancient Greek word stem as the first part of Melancholy (meaning black bile).
Which leaves me to ask (with tounge in cheek): “Was my melancholic and depressive nature fore-ordained? Was it foisted upon me by my name? If I had been named ‘Laeticia’ (Latin for joy) would I have been joyful?”