At least in myself, I describe depression like this - imagine that over time, you realize that you no longer have the ability to feel joy. I don’t mean the kind of short-term pleasure you’d get from having sex or eating ice cream, but the simple enjoyment you’d get from playing video games, watching a movie, or doing…

well, IPA means Indian Pale Ale so... yeah

Hence why IPA is so awesome...

How about an accompanying article:

The hardest part... is figuring out what shape your face is! I've never been able to do it (for glasses). Too vague.