The more I love a woman, the more likely I am to have a brush with depression. My love is growing all the time. What if women are not good for my mental health?

Addendum (November 13, 2016)

Well, what if it is actually love that is not good for my mental health? Given my feelings toward my fellow humans, which have ever less to do with love, loving a woman ever more is outright contradictory, as I have noted over and over again in my writings. After all, a woman is nothing but a female human. If this is the case, my ever more frequent brushes with depression follow directly from the conundrum of my own making, which is only made worse by my growing love for a woman. Or am I perhaps confounding mere logic with emotions that are way beyond my ken?