I went to the local county mental health clinic the other day, and left feeling slightly ashamed of myself for wasting their time. Not because of anything the staff there did — they were kind and helpful and gave me…
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In previous posts for the Hold On To The Light campaign, I’ve talked about my own misery; the pain of my mom dying, my lifelong battles with depression, my stubborn refusal to quit. I think I’ve covered those angles pretty…
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The sun is shining. I have coffee in hand and lemon yogurt in tummy. The floor is once more covered in black dog hair, and the laundry seems endless. My office is slowly taking shape: it was pulled apart, over…
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