For several years my favorite tv show was The West Wing. I managed to find the original version because I didn’t want to watch it doubled to Spanish.
As a journalist, I found the narrative very interesting, and I can say that I learned a lot about American politics. The episodes had everything I could ask for: some humor, drama, intellectual challenges, and good actors playing solid characters.
I remember especially a Christmas episode in season 2 when Josh was recovering from a severe gunshot he suffered during a confused attempt in which the president was wounded. Months later, he was lost emotionally, but in denying of his situation, and Leo made him see a psychiatrist. I watched the episode when I was suffering from deep depression, and I empathized with him during his conversation with the psychiatrist, which was very well done. I have been there. I was there at that very moment.
At the end of the episode, Josh has an interesting short conversation with Leo about friendship in dire times. This is what I needed in that moment of my life, go and find a real friend to help me get out of the bottomless pit in which I was trapped. And I did it. And it worked.