mental health

It’s a strange day to be writing about how my mental illnesses have made my life better.

The morning dread. The withdrawal from co-workers and loved ones. The point is: my job was no longer working for me. And it was time, debt or no debt, to set myself free.

I promise you, people living with depression are acutely aware that things probably aren’t as bad as they could be.

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