The Night Before a Depressed Christmas

  'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' my mind Not an emotion was stirring, not even one kind; The stockings were hung by the chimney without care, With little hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there; I wished to be nestled all snug in my bed, But visions of disappointments danc'd in... Continue Reading →

The Stigma of Depression: Drugs vs. No Drugs

  When I was 11, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  In the previous year I started developing an extreme fear of germs.  The only trigger that I can trace it to is when I had a very nasty stomach bug that was going around over the winter and for some reason, the vomiting... Continue Reading →

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