Sometimes, you have a good day. And then a second good day. And, if you’re really, really lucky, you have a third or a fourth good day. And you think to yourself, “Yes. This is good. This is right. This is life. I can do this.” But, just when you think you’re home free, another bad day comes, howling at you out of the night when you can’t sleep and you lie awake in your bed sweating and feeling full of fear and doubts. And it’s followed by another bad day and another and another, until the good days feel like a distant memory. Like a faded photograph tinged sepia around the edges and golden with nostalgia.
And that’s Depression.
Sometimes, when you’re very quiet, the people around you want to know what you’re thinking. And, at first, you believe you aren’t thinking about anything at all. But then, you…
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