• The Science Behind Depression

    For many years I had no explanation for why I was constantly sad, why I was deeply affected by the smallest things, or why I couldn’t seem to shake the ever present thought that I was a failure. A stranger on the subway once berated me for standing by a certain pole while there were other available poles to stand by, and I was upset for days. When I went home I cried, I felt like a failure, and felt ashamed that I was somehow in this person’s way. Was I a waste of space?

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