I’ve never been accused of “over-sharing” (except when it comes to gross medical stories).

I’m the person that other people come to with their problems.  Not vice versa.  And that’s my problem.

What better way to fight through the isolation and despair that depression causes than to bring those who love you into the boxing ring?  They can’t fight it for you, but they can be in your corner.

It makes all the difference.



*File that under “Lessons finally learned before age 30.”