I wasn't in the mood for Christmas. I simply was not feeling "merry" or "bright" this holiday season. I spent the morning of Christmas Eve sitting in my car with tears streaming down my face, feeling a sadness and a loss and a heaviness on my heart. It felt different than I've felt before and I was worried about myself. Was I depressed? I'd been kind of down for the couple days prior and it seemed to be getting worse. To be fully transparent,...
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