The subject of this post is a bit different from anything I’ve written about previously. It’s not a pleasant subject, and it’s rather personal, but since I’m far from alone in my affliction, I see no reason why it should be secret.
I write this as I am just emerging from an episode of depression: intense sadness and rumination, anxiety, lack of energy, and all the accompanying misery.
It’s not my first bout. I couldn’t even tell you what number it is; there have been many in my forty-eight years of life, and it would be a pretty safe bet to say it won’t be my last.
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