Last week was a bit of a rollercoaster. The first few days of it saw seasonal depression rear its gray, lumpy head. It grinned at me with its yellow, crooked teeth and begged me to succumb, but I know its secret: the way out is through.
The key to this stuff is knowing that it won’t last forever. That may not be the actionable solution we all hope for, b…
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