I am always relieved when the end of Lent arrives. Not because I found the giving things up part difficult. For the depressed person, giving things up is relatively easy. Neuroscientist Robert Sapolsky, the author of Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers, once defined depression as a disorder “whose characteristic manifestation is an inability to appreciate sunsets.” This characteristic manifestation is called anhedonia, the inability to enjoy things people normally find enjoyable. When you don’t and/or can’t derive pleasure from something, giving it up isn’t that hard. When the “something” is basically everything, it’s even easier. No, the pain of Lent is something worse.