It took me a long time to admit I was depressed. I was born in Europe — Poland to be precise — and I had one of the happiest childhoods imaginable. When you are happy you do not often see danger. My mother and I moved to Canada when I was 12. She loved my father very much; the thing was my father had traveled all of his life to make money and left my mother to do all of the ordinary things that life takes. He never changed a diaper. That is not to say he didn't teach me anything, because he opened my heart to poetry and he taught me to read. Those were moments though — not a life that had built a relationship.